ran into Dora, my big sister coming out of a downtown supermarket. I hadn't seen her in more than a year. Dora was thirty -- six years my senior. She had my mom's smooth, dark, chocolate complexion as opposed to my light tan, the colour of our father, but anyone looking carefully at our faces would know right away we were brother and sister, with her having only a smaller version of my mouth. The eyes, nose cheekbones, chin was a feminine version of the same cut. Again, like mom she was only five feet five, while I had my dad's height of five eleven.
My eyes quickly took in the pleasant sight of her slim-thick shapely body dressed in a lilac, tailored work suit that hugged her closely, enhancing her curves. Below the flat tummy was a noticeable bump of crotch visible because of how the light fabric was cut to pull against her thighs and lower belly. It was further helped by pull from the high fluffy ass that I knew was behind her. She was wearing subdued-red lipstick and eyeshadow that matched the work uniform scarf around her neck, and the neat mid-height afro coil hairdo looked good on her. Her big firm boobs stuck out daringly from her chest.
"Oh my god, Denny, I'm so happy to see you ... how long has it been, a year?" she cried out.
"A little over a year, and I'm happy to see you too Dora ... you look fantastic," I said looking her over admiringly.
"Thanks ... you look awesome too ... like you've been doing a lot of work in the gym," she said, stepping forward as she lowered her bags to the pavement.
She grabbed me and hugged me unreservedly and unconcernedly tight, smashing her big breasts hard against my chest and her soft belly and slim-thick thighs against mine. She rocked me hard moving from side to side. I had no choice but to let my arms go around her with similar eagerness. I enjoyed the soft feel of her body in a way that was nicely stimulating without encouraging inappropriate thoughts. I had always admired her natural beauty and imposing femininity.
"This calls for a drink or something ... I hope you have time to spare," she said, after releasing me.
Without waiting for or seeming interested in my reply she started walking off after handing me two of her many bags of supermarket stuff.
"Come, my car is right over there," she said.
She knew I hadn't a car. She led me to a sparkling white Prado SUV. She was in a high paying government job, so the vehicle was no surprise. She had gotten divorced two years ago after only three years of marriage. After the divorce she had moved into a one bedroom but posh apartment in a pricey gated community just outside of town. She had declined our father's offer to come back to our family home which still had her vacant room. She and mom weren't the best of pals and quarreled regularly since Dora was in her teens. Mom was very conservative and a bible person. Dora, on the other hand, was far from conservative and was rebellious and habitually cheeky.
When we were seated and she was about to start the car she suddenly brought her hand to her mouth.
"Oh my god, I'm so selfish, you were going to get something from the supermarket?"
"Nothing that can't wait ... and tomorrow is Saturday, I can come back into town," I said.
"Fine," she said, and pulled off briskly into the afternoon traffic.
I liked the confident and clever way she maneuvered the big vehicle in the tight traffic. After about three minutes she gave me a quick glance.
"But wheh we going to have dis drink tho?" she said, uncharacteristically breaking into local dialect.
She added, laughing, "I'm not too familiar with bars, yuh know."
I started to speak but she cut in.
"You know what, let's go to my place. I have lots of stuff there that I keep for when friends drop in -- which is not often. And ... I take a little sip now and then ... I hardly go out these days. I will also knock up something for us to eat, you must be hungry after working all day."
"Sounds good," I said, truly liking that idea better.
I'd been to her place once before, shortly after she'd moved in, and was deeply impressed. It was very comfortable and nicely decorated, and I knew she had a knockout music system and huge flat screen TV. The apartment, though only having one bedroom took up half of the bottom floor of the sprawling three-storey building. Every room was spacious.
As soon as we entered the apartment and Dora had put down her bags she mixed me a drink that tasted mostly of vodka and put on a mixed 1980s R&B CD and informed me she had to take a bath before anything else. While she was gone I untucked my shirt from my pants; I'd already left my shoe at the door.
The living room had two seating sections, one in front of the sixty inch TV that had a sectional sofa along with an out of place looking recliner chair facing the TV. The other section, away from that area, featured a round sofa and a couple of like-coloured bucket chairs opposite it with a low glass table in between. I sat down at one end of the round sofa which looked like the most comfortable and immediately felt I'd made the right choice; it was truly comforting. I sank into the softness and let the music and drink take my head.
Twenty minutes later Dora entered, looking and smelling sweet with a large tray in her hands that had vodka, rum and whisky, a couple of chasers and a small ice bucket. She was wearing bright yellow shorts made from a spandex and polyester mix which hugged her body so intimately it could have been charged for indecent fondling. Above the shorts was a matching tube top that stopped just under her big boobs, leaving a wide expanse of tight, smooth and shiny flesh for viewer pleasure. Her nipples stuck out unashamedly. I couldn't help wondering who the lucky bastard was hitting it. She pointed her chin to my glass.
"That was just an introductory drink, you can make your choice. There is also ale and beer in the fridge if you prefer any of them," she informed me
Ale was my favourite beverage back then.
"OK, tell you what, that was your introductory drink, now I'll have mine, a cold ale, and then I'll make a decision what to continue with," I said, chuckling.
For some reason she found that hilarious and started a hearty laughing which made her ample boobs shake up seductively and again I wondered who was the lucky bastard that got to grab hold of those lovelies. As she bounced away still laughing, to get the ale, I couldn't help admiring the see-sawing fluffy ass with yellow fabric slightly stuck into the crack.
When she returned she sat at the other end of the chair, facing me. She informed me that she had decided against cooking because that would interfere with our chat time; she had ordered food from a restaurant. Dora fixed herself what I presumed was a similar vodka mix to what she had introduced me to and sat back in the chair, drawing both legs up and sitting in a semi-lotus pose, meaning, the legs weren't completely crossed so if I looked down there I would get a good glimpse of snugly covered crotch. I controlled myself and kept my eyes from looking down there, but consoled my curiosity with the promise that the moment she looked away or raised the glass to her head I was gonna take a peek. As we chatted, I sat patiently waiting for that moment.
Two minutes later she turned to look at a clock on the wall and my eyes opened wide at the tempting, fat mound staring back at me. I quickly lifted the ale bottle to my head and swallowed all that was in it.
"Want another one?" I heard her ask as I was putting the bottle on the table.
"No ... I'm going to go with your introduction," I said, wanting to have her move some so I could view the plump delight from different angles and closer up.
She slid forward and began fixing her concoction. Needless to mention, I kept my eyes wickedly and unbrotherly glued to that yellow crotch as she fixed the drink and then slid back into her original position. Fifteen minutes later the food arrived, by which time we were both slightly tipsy and I'd gotten three or four more enjoyable glimpses. It just felt satisfying looking at her plump pussy.
We finished the food and continued our chatting and laughing, truly enjoying each other's company and when instead of the semi-lotus pose Dora left one foot on the floor and lifted up the other leg, leaning it against the back of the chair I almost choked. I was in voyeur heaven and I sat back and enjoyed the celestial treat my sister was providing. My mind up until then was not really interested in anything but some wicked, fat-eye fun, but my cock was following the instructions of a different head and began gradually rising until it was fully hard in my jeans.
We soon drifted into dancing, both slow as well as some reggae and soca prancing about; two siblings enjoying each other's company and getting drunk. During the slow dancing I had to be constantly summoning will power to keep my cock at a distance, but because we were both now more than tipsy It wasn't working out on unsteady legs, so I just gave up and let my hard wood press into the soft belly as my thigh took up residence between hers feeling the heat and tender lump as we swayed to the music. She didn't seem to notice my hardon and I thought it only fitting to pay it no mind either.
Once, after a lot of jumping about to some soca music I sat down and she laughingly plumped herself down in my lap, flush on the hard cock, and my hand fell over her shoulder onto a soft breast which I ever so gently clasped my fingers around. Neither of us showed any awareness of the situation, and I heard her slurring, say.
"Yuh could bunk here tonight if yuh want."
Giggling, I said, "Yeah, I already check out de couch it look comfortable enough."
"Good ... I'll just have to get you a pillow and a blanket to cover with."
Because the rooms had air conditioners, all the windows were secured so there was no chance of being bait for mosquitoes.
Ten minutes later she released me after a slow dance and said she was going to change into her sleeping clothes and bring me the blanket and pillow.
"I need to take a bath," I said.
"Go right ahead," she replied, and walked away on unsteady legs.
I took my bath and only put on my boxers and T shirt. My briefs, jeans and shirt I folded and left in the bathroom.
When I entered the living room I noticed she was absent. A couple of minutes later Dora came into the living room dressed in a short, sheer, pale-blue chemise under which were darker blue panties. She stopped short in the middle of the room a few yards away from me. There was no blanket or pillow in her hands. I stared at the alluring figure and felt my cock begin to rise rapidly. I let my eyes unashamedly survey her ripe body and she also looked me over, glancing momentarily at my tented shorts before returning her eyes to mine, searching their depths for a sign, just as mine were doing to hers.
She took a few steps forward, her eyes still searching my face. I got up and also stepped forward, led by my uncontrollable dick as I looked repeatedly from prominent nipples to crotch. Her face bore a slightly worried look and she swallowed.
"Geez Denny, this is so weird ... I'm having these really weird feelings ... something strange is happening inside of me," she said.
"Me too Dora ... I feel it too."
"I ... I don't know what's happening," she said, twirling her fingers together nervously.
"Me neither ... but I know it feels good."
"Yes, it does," she said softly, in a defeated sounding voice.
We continued to search each other's eyes silently while shifting glances momentarily to body -- mine surveying her jutting breasts with their prominent nipples and the outline of her crotch through the thin nightie -- hers travelling down from my eyes across chest and belly to the tented boxers and up again seeking reassurance in my eyes as I did in hers.
"I ... was thinking ... you don't have to sleep on the couch ... you could share my bed," she said as if with an effort.
"Thanks," I replied, and quickly stepped forward, placing a hand on her shoulder.
I dropped the hand to her lower back and circled her waist, then bending over, I placed the other arm under her knees and swept her off her feet. She threw her arm around my neck as she let out a loud sigh of surrender. I walked with her toward the bedroom.
Inside the room I lowered her to the bed and standing beside it, got out of my T shirt then my boxers, letting my hard cock spring free, seemingly reaching for the roof. She looked at it and closed her eyes, biting into her bottom lip and as if moving on its own bidding her legs drifted apart, making a wide and inviting V. I stepped closer and leaning over ran my hands up her smooth, slim-thick brown thighs all the way past her hips till my fingers found the waistline of her panties. I gently pulled them down and she lifted her ass to help me get them off.
I threw the panties to the floor then grasping the hem of the nightie in two places, walked forward, dragging it upward across her body, over belly, breasts and chest. She stretched out her slender arms behind her head and I dragged the nightie over her face, head and arms. She turned onto her side and reaching with one hand while moving her head forward she took my hard cock into her little mouth, spreading aside the plump, pretty lips. She released her hold on my cock and I moved my hips, making slow short thrusts. She clamped her lips around the cock gently, to give it a closer fit as I jabbed toward her tonsils.
I lowered a hand and stroked her smooth, bald pussy mound tenderly. She responded with slow rolling hips and my fingers were soon all wet with her flowing juices. I let two fingers slip into the soft crack and she worked her hips under their gentle penetration as I quick jabbed her mouth and she gagged and spluttered but refused to let go of her brother's probing cock.
Turning my body around without dislodging my cock I got onto the bed, straddling her as we assumed the sixty-nine position. She released my cock and began eagerly licking my balls. She took one of my testicles into her mouth and twirled her tongue around it before commencing to pull and suck on it causing a sweet pain. Meanwhile my mouth was opened wide and clamped around her vulva, sucking and probing with a hungry tongue.
She took my cock back into her mouth and sucked on it ravenously. My mouth moved to her clit and I licked and sucked on it driving her wild with pleasure. We continued sucking each other's inflamed genitals for a long time until with a loud but cock-muffled wail she began to shudder, her hips lifting my face with hard upward thrusts. She tried to get away from the sweet torment of my mouth but I brought both hands around to grab her ass cheeks tightly and she had no option but to endure and enjoy the sweetly unbearable pleasure.
When she was done cumming I turned around and positioned myself between her damp soft thighs, my cock searching madly for entrance into her plump sex mound. I placed my hands under her armpits and gripped her shoulders as I arched my back for action. Her hands spread her ready lips and guided the shaft pass them to the little pulsing hole. I pushed forward and felt the sweetness of hard cock sliding into soft woman privacy. I felt like shouting for joy as I went further and further into my big sister's pussy until I was buried to the hilt. I began to pump the willing pussy with quick, long and deep strokes, drawing loud, gasping cries from out her mouth.
She bent her knees and drew them back, opening up herself to my pounding member. She closed her eyes, turned her head sideways and grimaced hard with gritted teeth as my cock went back and forth inside her, my lower belly meeting hers with loud smacking sounds.
She moaned and groaned under me as she shook her head from side to side wildly, while tightly gripping the sheet with wide spread hands. I arched deeply and took a bouncing breast into my mouth. Curtailing its movement as I sucked on a hard nipple. I bit into it a little forcefully and she cried out, but instead of pulling away, grabbed the back of my head and pressed it down hard, so I gave another little bite and she howled but held my head tight in place. I released the breast and moved to the other one and gave it the same treatment. She lowered her legs and planting the bottom of her feet flat on the mattress began to buck wildly, urging me on. I responded in the manner I suspected she wanted, moving quickly with long, hard, deep strokes that soon took both of us to a climax. Our bodies rocked and jerked and trembled together, sliding in each other's sweat.
We lay side by side breathing hard and gripping hands tightly. She rolled onto her side and threw an arm and a leg across my body and I threw an arm around her as we hugged each other tightly in silence. When I heard her softly snoring I waited for another ten minutes or so before disentangling our bodies. I got up and went to the bathroom where I showered away the sweat and dried, sticky love juices. I then fixed myself a drink and after quickly finishing it went back to the bed. She had turned to the other side, still on her side, with legs slightly drawn up. I threw my arm around her and spooned the soft body, my half-erect cock pressing into the lower portion of her ass crack.
I awakened to the feel of something chewing on my firm aching cock. I was briefly startled, but quickly became fully aware of the situation as details from the far gone night began floating around in my head and my sleep fogged eyes took in Dora's slightly bobbing afro coil hair disheveled and matted in places. I lay still as Dora sucked on my pleased cock while she rubbed her big, firm breasts back and forth, round and round in my groin area. The room was in a semi dark state, dawn having just broken. She discontinued the sucking and chewing and pressing the stiff member back along my belly, licked my balls and the under belly of my cock from base to tip. She straddled me and holding the cock high and straight, placed it against her entrance and sat down hard.
"Oh mih gawd, Denny, yuh cock feel so good in mih, I could get addicted to dis."
"Please do," I said, laughing.
"Good," she said in a pleased but serious manner as if finalizing an important deal.
She leaned forward, gripped my sides with her rounded, slim legs and the insides of her knees and began to ride, moving backward and forward, sending me up and down in her snug pussy. I reached out and took hold of both swinging bubbies and kneaded them tenderly. I matched her movements with quick upper thrusts of my own. I removed my hands from the luscious breasts and sunk my fingers into the flesh of her moving hips and butt sides, squeezing hard without impeding her rapid ride.
I let one hand drop away from her hip and reached for her pussy, gripping onto the clit and rubbing it eagerly as she rolled her hips and ass round and round with my cock buried to the base in her, some of my hairs trapped between thick pussy lips. She suddenly stopped moving and leaned backwards, her hands on my knees while I continued to rub the inflamed clit as I pumped upward slowly.
She let out a deep growl and began to move with quick, short spasmodic thrusts and soon she was trembling wildly and snorting like a teased, tied up animal as her body released its burning, sweet energy. She collapsed forward and bit into the flesh at the base of my neck, sucking and chewing hard on it.
I pushed her relaxed body gently off of mine and onto her back. She pulled back her knees as I positioned myself between her legs and I entered her easily without help from either of our hands. As I sunk into her she lowered her legs and keeping them flat, and straight, stretched them wide while at the same time also stretching both her hands as wide and straight as she could, just managing to grip the sides of the queen-sized bed, leaving herself well and truly spread-eagled. She was looking up into my face with a satisfied smile on her little plump lips and a fiery and challenging glint in her black eyes.
Ride mih Denny, ride mih pokey hard," she exclaimed.
I was surprised by her use of the local slang word 'pokey' which was considered a more raw and vulgar word than pussy or cunt for describing that beautiful part of feminine anatomy, the vagina, and was generally, only used by ghetto or poor country folk. It however sparked a fire in me and I began a vigorous pounding between the wide spread legs, flailing the mud coloured, bald mound with deep and slaughterous punches. By this time the room was bright with new sunlight and I stared mesmerized at the wild bouncing of the big chocolate balls on her chest with their stiff and lengthened pips. With arched back, I grabbed her shoulders in a firm grip and fucked the muddy-brown, sister pokey mercilessly, hearing my lower belly smacking into hers noisily.
I rode her hard for a long time enjoying her moaning and hissing and occasional outbursts of profanity blending with the sounds of the bouncing bed and colliding bellies. I came with an intensity that dragged a loud snarl and growl out of my mouth and as I jerked on top of Dora's sweating body I heard her phone on the night stand began to sing. I rolled off of her onto my back, breathing heavily, just like she was. Dora reached for the phone and after picking it up pressed the answer button before looking at the face, when she did peer at the phone face she looked at me with wide open eyes. She put the phone to her ears and spoke, obviously trying to subdue her heavy breathing
"Morning mommy, how are you ... I don't know if he's awake as yet ... he's outside on the couch ... I'll have to go check on him, hold for a moment," she said, and I saw on her face what appeared to be a look of fear and shame.
Dora sat up in the bed breathing heavily, with slightly trembling hands, for about thirty seconds before passing the phone to me. It was my mother asking me to pop into town and get something for her on my way home. She apologized for waking me up so early, but wanted to make sure she got onto me before I'd already left for home. The night before I'd called her to let her know that I'd run into Dora in town and that I'd be overnighting at her place. Although I was twenty-four and working and had been sexually active for years now, I hardly ever slept out and when I did, always called one or the other parent or siblings and let them know that I wouldn't be home until the next day.
Dora had got up and gone to the window while I was talking to mom. She was looking out through a crack between blinds that she had drawn together, standing there in splendid nakedness, her shiny brown ass looking tantalizingly sexy. I laid there for a few seconds after putting down the phone, enjoying the look of my sister's shiny and fluffy bottom still glowing from sexual activity. I got up and went over to her, smacking her playfully on the soft ass before putting my hand around her shoulder. She put a hand around my waist and leaned into me. She looked up at me with sad, apologetic eyes and I saw the tracks of tears on her full cheeks. Her body was shaking slightly.
"I'm sorry for what I made you do," she whispered.
"You ... didn't make me do anything ... I did what I wanted to do ... we're in this together and there's nothing to be sorry about ... I liked what we did and I hope you liked it too."
She started to sob and I turned her around to face me. I crouched and placed my mouth to her trembling lips. She opened up and we kissed long and passionately. I tasted the salt of her tears.
I dropped to my knees in front of her and pushed her gently to brace against the window. There were dried tracks of sex fluids on her inner thighs. I lifted one rounded, slim leg and placed it on my shoulder and moved my face to the beautiful brown lump between her thighs. I could see that it had started to twitch in anticipation. I licked it slowly and carefully before latching onto the clit. She moaned out loud and I lifted the other leg onto my shoulder and supported her with my hands under her buttocks as I sucked on the excited clit. My face, especially my chin and nose was smeared with pussy fluid.
I remained on my knees, tending to her happy pussy until she shuddered as an orgasm took over her body. When she finally lowered her legs, she almost fell to the floor. I held onto to her and getting up, led her to the bed. I asked her to lay on her belly and I positioned myself between her spread legs. Sliding back some, I began licking and chewing on her brown batty, occasionally passing my tongue in the crack.
I got on my knees and she raised her ass high, allowing me to send my cock up the waiting pussy hole. I instructed her to get back on her belly and I lay flat on the fluffy ass, fucking her, at first slowly, then vigorously. I fucked her from the back for close to an hour, sometimes alternating with having her get on knees and elbows with ass high or on her side with leg held up, but always hitting the fine pussy from the back until I sent a diminished load of hot cum up her clinging snatch. We got up and made breakfast together, and assured each other that this was the beginning and not the end.
When I got home I met mom in the kitchen and handed her the few groceries I'd picked up for her.
"You two had fun together?" she asked smiling sweetly.
"Yeah, it was nice talking over old stories and stuff."
"That sister of yours didn't make you drink too much?" she asked, turning to face me squarely with accusing eyes.
"Not, really, I said," giggling.
Her eyes moved all over my face and it looked like she was suddenly struggling to breathe.
"You look tired ... you two must have talked way into the night ... before going to bed," she said, her eyes suddenly becoming glassy and a look of suspicion clouded her face.
"Sort of," I mumbled, taken aback by her sudden change in countenance.
"Sort of?" she asked, repeating my words.
She looked away swiftly then immediately returned her eyes to my face, the suspicious look seemingly changed to one of anxious concern or worry. It was then that I noticed that she was staring at the bottom of my neck and I suddenly remembered how Dora had bitten and chewed on it, and the emerging hickey mark I'd observed in the bathroom mirror after showering. My head went into overdrive and thinking quickly I held her steady gaze as I let loose a sweet and necessary lie.
"We were only alone during the afternoon and early evening ... some friends of Dora's dropped by ... a few ladies from her office and a couple of guys ... we had a little party that went past midnight ... one of the ladies got so drunk she had to sleep over."
Looking at me steadily, mom exhaled deeply and I could see the relief on her face. It was as if she had let go of a huge burden. She looked at me with a knowing smile and twinkle in her eyes. Her face bore a satisfied and relieved look as she turned away from me to continue with her chores.
When I got home I met mom in the kitchen and handed her the few groceries I'd picked up for her.
"You two had fun together?" she asked smiling sweetly.
"Yeah, it was nice talking over old stories and stuff."
"That sister of yours didn't make you drink too much?" she asked, turning to face me squarely with accusing eyes.
"Not, really, I said," giggling.
Her eyes moved all over my face and it looked like she was suddenly struggling to breathe.
"You look tired ... you two must have talked way into the night ... before going to bed," she said, her eyes suddenly becoming glassy and a look of suspicion clouded her face.
"Sort of," I mumbled, taken aback by her sudden change in countenance.
"Sort of?" she asked, repeating my words.
She looked away swiftly then immediately returned her eyes to my face, the suspicious look seemingly changed to one of anxious concern or worry. It was then that I noticed that she was staring at the bottom of my neck and I suddenly remembered how Dora had bitten and chewed on it, and the emerging hickey mark I'd observed in the bathroom mirror after showering. My head went into overdrive and thinking quickly I held her steady gaze as I let loose a sweet and necessary lie.
"We were only alone during the afternoon and early evening ... some friends of Dora's dropped by ... a few ladies from her office and a couple of guys ... we had a little party that went past midnight ... one of the ladies got so drunk she had to sleep over."
Looking at me steadily, mom exhaled deeply and I could see the relief on her face. It was as if she had let go of a huge burden. She looked at me with a knowing smile and twinkle in her eyes. Her face bore a satisfied and relieved look as she turned away from me to continue with her chores.
My big sister Dora and I continued our relationship with me spending progressively more time at her place; I just couldn't have enough of her sweet body. Mom knew that I was visiting Dora frequently -- she had actually taken the time to question her about it, and Dora, rightfully, did not deny it, but cleverly hinted about her fictitious friend from my earlier lie -- I think mom bought it, but she never-the-less, looked me over searchingly whenever she knew for sure or suspected that I'd been to Dora's and would try to lead me into conversation about my visit, which I handled well, I thought.
Being with Dora so often meant that I had less time for my current girlfriend, Althea, and she started acting up. One day Althea dropped by while I was at home and we soon got into a heated exchange in which she accused me of cheating. Mom heard most or all of it.
A week later mom turned up unexpectedly at Dora's house while I was there. There was a function scheduled for afternoon at my work place which necessitated that staff only worked half day so as to allow for preparations. Dora took time off from her job and we spent the rest of the after-lunch period at her home fucking. Fortunately we had long finished and were all set to leave the house for a restaurant when mom knocked at the door. We took her along and had a nice evening together.
Shortly after, I noticed some changes in mom -- the way she began dressing less conservatively, the way she was now looking at me and going out of her way to be near me, using every opportunity to touch me, and generally, adopting a more lively attitude, like she was now actually living for something instead of just going through the everyday motion of being a housewife and mother.
She began skipping Sunday church and ladies group meetings, and most of all I discovered that she'd started having much more than the occasional glass of wine she previously indulged. I don't think the others noticed that aspect of her change, but I did. Because of her being up under me so frequently I sometimes detected the alcohol smell. I was also the person who secured the garbage bags for disposal every Friday, so I couldn't miss the bottles.
It was only after mom started being consistently careless with the buttons on her blouse and skirts and the draw strings on her wraps and robes, especially when around me and when we were alone at home that a thought crossed my mind. But every time that thought flashed my head, I'd toss it aside. I refused to believe that mommy was sending me sexual signals; not my staunch, church-going, conservative, decent mother. It had to be just part of the newfound lightening up in her attitude.
Then it hit me -- the clever vixen was seeking confirmation of what she suspected was going on between me and Dora. If I took her bait and made a sexual pass on her it would confirm that Dora and I were fucking.
Mom, as stated in the Dora story, was the same five feet, five, and smooth chocolate brown complexion as her daughter. The difference was in weight -- while Dora was slim with just a hint of thickness, due to the round inclination of her limbs, my mother was nicely plump, still maintaining some shape, despite being about one-eighty or one-ninety pounds. Her boobs were just as full as Dora's and her ass because of the extra pounds, was more massive. Also, unlike Dora's likeness for natural afro coils and puffs, mom wore her full head of natural hair, relaxed straight down to her shoulders and around her oval face.
I decided steadfastly not to fall for the bait she was dangling before me. I didn't even allow myself to look closely at the exposed flesh that kept popping up. It was easy because even though I'd been banging my sister I'd never once entertained the thought of getting it on with my mother. She was pretty and sexy alright, but I just didn't think I should allow even the imagining of such a possibility, so I ignored her efforts to hook me.
One Saturday morning, six months after it all started, I was awakened by the sounds of movement in my room. Through half-opened eyes I saw mom moving about picking up clothes and putting them into a laundry basket and then started fixing other things in place. The little silk wrap she was wearing was not tightly drawn, far from it, and I could see some of her dangling big bubbies when she leaned over. I even spied a nipple and navel. When she walked, a good deal of thighs was visible. She started coming toward my bed and I hastily closed my eyes. At that same moment I felt a pressure in my loins and realized I'd awakened with morning wood and it was now being further aggravated by what I'd just seen.
I'd spent most of the past night drinking and fucking Dora -- she'd gotten a little promotion and we celebrated -- I'd come home with a taxi around three AM, because Dora had a mid-morning job related function to be at and would need some rest. I had drunk more than usual, and was still slightly boozed up. The sudden awareness of my hardon as mom was approaching the bed didn't allow me time to turn over or pull a sheet over my boxers, without her realizing I was awake.
I felt her presence over me and I lay still for about two minutes as she stood there, probably eyeing my tented mid-section that refused to regress in the slightest. Instead, it jerked a couple of times. I felt the pressure on the bed as she sat down beside me and shortly after she was shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes and smiled at her. She smiled back at me.
"Good morning," I heard her say.
"Good morning mommy," I answered.
I rose up onto an elbow. She was looking steadily into my eyes and was breathing deeply. I could smell the booze. Without thinking, I spoke.
"Yuh been drinking ... yuh doin this a lot lately mom."
"You too ... son, yuh think I ain't notice?" she replied, slowly, with a wry smile.
All I could do was laugh.
"Where is everybody else?" I asked anxiously, noticing for the first time that the door was half opened.
"Yuh father has gone into town to get some material for the repairs he told you about, and he gave Mike and Pat a lift to the mall to do some shopping. He will wait on them ... is only de two of we at home," she answered.
She looked at me steadily with eyes looking like they were starting to tear up.
"Oh?" I said.
I dragged myself up and leaned back against the bed head with knee bent, using the opportunity to drag a sheet over my tent. She wasn't making it easy for me to control that with most of one breast exposed and the bottom half of the wrap dropped away to the side of both thick, fairly smooth and shiny thighs. I could see she wasn't wearing panties and the fold of belly flesh below a deep navel caused a stir in me that I tried hard to banish from immediate memory. I pulled a little to the side, determined not to let her trick me into making a bad move.
"You were with Dora last night," she said, definitively, her eyes now very much filled with tears.
"Yes, she got a little promotion and we were celebrating."
"You and Dora are sleeping together," she said, with trembling lips, water trickling out her eyes.
"Mom!"
"You and yuh big sister is having sex!" she cried out, water now pouring profusely down her full cheeks.
I knew it made no sense answering with either a denial or a confirmation. It was obvious she knew what she knew.
Her body shook as if tased and she started sobbing loudly.
She cried out "Oh mih gawd, what happening to my family ... what happening to me ... and to you, Denny ... why we doing dese things?"
"Mom, it was an accident ... it wasn't supposed to happen ... I didn't want it to happen ... Dora neither ... but we were both drunk ... and it ... it happened!" I said, hoping it was convincing.
"We were drunk," I reiterated.
"You were drunk ... yes, you were drunk," she said, looking at me and trying to smile through the tears.
She started wailing loudly and uncontrollably. I slid forward and threw one leg onto the floor so I could pull her close to me between my legs. She leaned onto my chest sobbing like a baby. I felt my cock pressing into her well-padded ribs but I tossed aside the feeling and the emerging, accompanying thought. As I stroked her hair I looked down and saw that one entire breast was out. I stared at it, titillated and fascinated with the exceptionally huge expanse of black, pimpled areola. It was wider and darker than Dora's. Looking at it I felt that it was wrong that the other breast was hidden, so I reached out and dragged the fabric aside and the other big bubby fell out, leaning towards the other one because of the slant position she was in. I knew then that I had lost the battle of control.
I thought the breasts were beautiful and I let one hand cover a spongy mound and squeeze it tenderly, then gently gripped a nipple and twirled my thumb and forefinger around it. It began to stiffen and I enjoyed the feel of it changing state between my fingers. She was still sobbing. When the nipple was fully hard I released it and taking hold of one of mom's hands and prying open the fingers placed on my hard shaft.
"Don't do that baby ... don't do that to me ... please," I heard her beg, through her sobbing.
But she didn't pull away her hand, instead she squeezed the cock hard, holding it in a vice-like grip. I began to jerk my hip upward as she continued to sob while holding on to my rampant cock for dear life. Suddenly she was crying and laughing at the same time, her entire thick body trembling against mine.
"Is only we two home ... and we both drunk ... yuh hear me ... we both drunk," she spoke haltingly, through sobs and laughter.
She looked up at me and cried out, "We both drunk, we both drunk, Denny ... yuh hear mih ... yuh understand?"
"Yes, I understand," I said in a soft voice.
I placed a hand under her chin and raised her head. I placed my lips against hers and she opened her mouth and poked out her tongue; my stale boozed mouth mashed against her freshly boozed mouth and we kissed -- hard -- long -- with a blazing passion.
She wrenched her head away from the kiss and pressed it into my lap. I felt my cock enter her mouth and saw her head began to bob up and down. She was making passionate animal sounds as she ate my cock, unknowingly swallowing and enjoying her daughter's pussy juice awakened from its dried-on state by her saliva. I hadn't bathed after fucking Dora; I had come home and gone straight to bed. The thought of her and Dora's fluid mixing on my cock drove a blazing fire in me and standing up, I shoved mom onto her back, dragged her around and pulled her, settling her ass on the edge of the bed.
In a flash I was out of my boxers and without a single thought about any further preliminaries I found her mound and drove my hard cock past the thick black bush that showed only a few spaced out strands of grey and brown hair and into her wet and ready pussy while she was still positioning herself to accept me. She howled, and with amazing agility, raised her bent knees, drew them back and spread wide for her son's big hard cock.
I grabbed her chubby hips in a tight hold and began hammering home as her thick, dark body jiggled all over, the big bubbies flouncing all over the place.
"Yes baby, yes, fuck yuh mommy ... do me whateva yuh do to Dora ... whateva yuh want, take ... I'm all yours," she cried.
Her words, coupled with the sight of her thick juicy body on the spread-out shiny, bright blue, silk wrap that she was still in, further enflamed and energized me and I upped the tempo as I flailed away at my mommy's hairy pussy with long, brutal strokes. Through the pleasure tingling my body I could also feel a definite anger. I realized I was hammering her with obvious fury; I was mad at her for making me lose control and fuck her mature, mommy pussy. So I took comfort and perverse satisfaction as I watched her face grimace as if she was in pain.
"Ooooh, baby, baby," she was crying out repeatedly.
As I fucked my mother hard, my stiff cock moving piston-like back and forth inside the bush covered cunt, I couldn't understand why I felt so upset with her despite the pleasure she was giving -- the enormous chance she was taking to please me. Why, when I found it so easy and comfortable fucking my sister -- her daughter. What was the difference? They were both taboo -- cut from the same cloth -- maybe a slightly different shade, but family all the same. How could I find it ok with sister but disgusting with mother? And then it came to me ... suddenly; I was in love with Dora. I had fallen in love with my sister and was angry with my mother for making me betray that love.
I continued the heavy artillery pounding of mom's -- no, Millie's pussy. I'll call her by her name, Millie, no more mommy. If I'm fucking her she's Millie to me. That should make it easier, more acceptable.
I saw Millie's grimacing face and the bouncing bubbies. I heard her cooing sounds and saw the sweat from her forehead mingling with the earlier tear stains. She opened her eyes and smiled lovingly at me and I managed to return a kind of smile through the anger. And when she brought her feet down, planted them on the bed -- she had since drifted more into the middle, driven by the force of my hammering -- and started to wind her mature bulk under me, I smiled inside and thought to myself that in spite of everything else she was pleasing me. Millie was a good, fat, fucker. She was a frisky old girl; not bad the way she moved for a fifty-five year old. My anger subsided.
But when she made a circle with her plump lips and began issuing a cooing, whistling sound and her body began to shake under the force of an orgasm, my anger resurfaced. I was disappointed that she had derived such great pleasure from her act of betrayal -- fucking with her daughter's lover! Never mind the part, of him being her son, and she having just as much right as the daughter if fuck was the game being played.
I didn't even ease up a bit for her to enjoy the cum without distraction. I continued hitting the old pussy hard as I watched her black eyes roll back in her head and become white.
Fifteen minutes later she was sweating like a pig and I was still hammering away. I knew that it was going to be a long ride because of the alcohol in me and the amount of juice Dora had drawn out of me overnight.
I got off of Millie and made her stand on the floor bent over with hands on the mattress, backing me. after flicking the silk robe far up her back, I centered the pole and drove it into her hard. And the damn old girl rolled her ass as if asking for more. I gave her more. Lifting one of her legs onto the bed and angling her slightly sideways for more comfort in the demanding position, I continued the hammering, watching the big juicy ass bouncing delightfully. I reached under and grabbed her two big bubbies and squeezed them roughly, causing her to wince loudly. My leg joined hers on the bed and, crouched like a dog on her back I pumped away, fucking her with quick short jabs.
"Let me get on the bed honey," she begged.
I came off and she got on. She collapsed on elbows and face, back arched, big ass high and ready for another ride. I pushed into the juice-gushing cunt and changed tactics, moving into a slow, deep and steady rhythm while gently rubbing the big fleshy balls and ample hips.
"Oh, yes baby, mommy likes this," she whispered.
I gave her more of what she liked, finding that I also, was enjoying this slow sailing as she jerked and undulated under me, giving me a welcome new breath after the hard running we'd been doing. Following a hunch I opened my hands and gave her several hard slaps on the big ass, noting and enjoying how it jerked and contracted with every blow. And she surprised me when I heard her voice.
"Thanks, thanks, thanks!"
I rode her in the same slow fashion for a few more minutes, then I withdrew completely and raised the cock higher, positioning the head against her puckered back door. I pushed forward and she winced and tried to scuttle forward but I followed her and held her fast, pushing again. Once more she winced.
"Baby?"
"Yes, Millie?" I asked, still pushing as she was contracting to keep me outdoors.
"What yuh doing?
"What yuh told me to do," I replied, pushing harder.
"I didn't ... aaah ... tell you to ... aaah," she cried out as a little bit of me went into the restricted alleyway.
"Yuh said I could take whateva I want ... I doing that" I said, blowing hard, from the effort to break in.
"Aaaaaaaahhh ... ok honey ... aaaaaaaaahhh ... its ok, its ok ... ooooh ... just take it ... ooooh ... slow."
I jabbed slow and steady as she oooohed and aaaahed, until I had gotten all of me deep into her rose chamber. I remained still for a while then I started to move with a steady but slightly quicker rhythm of short jabs, gradually increasing to longer probes, her body trembling from the mix of pain and pleasure.
"Oh, honey, I like this ... yes, bugger yuh mommy batty."
The old girl relaxed in bliss and let me ride her like that for a long time, only hissing and cooing in appreciation of the batty probing. She was obviously enjoying it.
"Mih knees sore, let me get on my back," I barely heard her mumble.
I withdrew and she rolled over onto her back and quickly pulled her bent knees back to her bubbies. She seemed eager to have me back in the restricted saddle. This time around with the hole slackened up I entered her with relative ease and she closed her eyes with a smile on her lips as I began to pump the hole. It was a nice tight fit and I cruised inside it for a long time and at the same time when I heard her whispering voice telling me she was sore, I erupted in Millie's backside with a mighty shudder and the momentarily recessed anger returned. I slapped her face hard.
"Thanks ... I deserve that," she cried.
She immediately dropped her heavy legs and clamped them around the backs of mine, holding me in place as I drained.
"Fill me up with your young juice honey," she cried, her voice cracking up at the end.
I looked up and saw tears pouring out her eyes as she stroked my hard back.
"I'm sorry I hit you, I didn't mean to ... I wish I could take it back," I said, feeling my own eyes threatening to weaken on me.
"It's all right honey ... I understand ... you're angry with me because you're in love and confused," she said softly.
I managed to hold back the tears and I rolled off of her. I was truly confused. Yes I was angry with her for coming between me and Dora, because I was really, deeply in love with Dora and she felt the same; we had talked about it. But I also loved Millie, she was my mother, and I also enjoyed what we had just shared.
"You two have got to be careful, you can't let this be known. Maybe you should move in with her. People will find out you're siblings and it would raise suspicions you going there so often, especially at nights. But if you're actually living there ... you're just brother and sister sharing an apartment. Set up a folding bed in the living room as a camouflage for now, until you move to a two bedroom place.
"You're smart ... don't worry Millie we'll be careful," I said.
"So it's Millie now, eh," she said chuckling.
"Well, I'm fucking you now ... it doesn't seem right saying mom with us lying naked together."
"You're fucking me now! Does that mean we will continue?" she asked, her eyes lighting up.
"I don't know."
"It's alright baby ... you're under no obligation at all. I'd like us to continue, but it's entirely up to you, and one thing you can be sure of is, Dora will never find out about us from me, nor will I ever let on or give her reason to suspect that I know about you two, no more surprise dropping in at her place," she said.
I reached out and gently patted her bushy mound. She laughed.
"I don't think I can go another round now darling, you mind if I get up and go freshen up before the others return?"
"Go on, I need some sleep."
She sat up on the edge of the bed looking at me with bright, satisfied eyes.
"Ouch, my ass hurts," she cried.
"I can't believe I've moved from what I used to be to what I am now, so suddenly and so easily without any regrets or any shame ... life is so full of surprises, and you never even know what's inside of your own self, it seems ... Millie the church girl gone bad," she said, laughing out.
She stood up, pulling the damp blue wrap around her. It hadn't come off despite all the action around it.
"Shit, I can't walk properly ... what I will tell the others?" she said, chuckling.
"You pulled a muscle."
I got up and followed her out and went to the bathroom. Millie fixed me a quick breakfast and I went back to bed.
I got up around mid-afternoon and proceeded to help dad with his repairs on a section of the house. Dora already knew about that; she wasn't expecting me until the next day. I felt a wee bit uncomfortable working close to dad after what I'd done, and every time mom and I looked at each other we would share little smiles.
When it became dark dad and I stopped work for the day. I had something to eat then sat with my younger siblings to watch TV, but I retired to my room soon after for an early sleep. I knew mom and dad planned on going to a little family get-together a few streets away.
I awoke sometime during the night and for some time I lay in bed thinking over the day's surprise happenings and the situation between myself, mom and Dora in general, asking questions of myself and trying to decide on what would be the best course of action for us all going forward. I eventually dozed off.
I awoke to the pressure of movement on my bed. I watched through darkness as a figure quickly straddled me and immediately began moving back and forth on my cock which was somehow, already hard, probably, because of left over memories of what I'd been thinking before dozing off. The figure leaned forward and I felt lips on mine.
"Mom, what ..."
"Shhh! Just relax and let this renewed old pussy please you and help you have a good night's rest afterward," she said quietly, close to my ear.
"Didn't you go out?" I whispered.
"No, your dad has gone alone ... remember I pulled a muscle today ... I have to rest my leg. The kids are watching TV."
"Suppose one of them, goes to your room to ask you about something?" I asked concernedly.
"They won't get an answer and will think I'm sleeping. I've locked the door and have the key, so relax."
She continued sliding her naked pussy along my hard shaft still trapped inside my boxers. I watched her loosen a bath towel that was wrapped around her body and throw it to the floor. She leaned forward and I raised up a bit and took a big bubby onto my face, pressing my nose into the softness and rubbing it around in a circular motion, inhaling the sweetness of skin lotion mixed with feminine sex odour. I licked the pimples surrounding the areola before taking a stiff black nipple into my mouth and began sucking on it hungrily. She moaned softly and moved her hips swiftly, gliding het hairy twat along the underbelly of the hard shaft she had freed from the confines of the boxer shorts.
From the urgency with which she was moving I knew she was trying hard to bring on an orgasm. I nimbly flipped her over onto her back and getting between the thick legs, fastened my face into the lush bush. It smelled of citrus spray. I licked everything -- hair, pussy lips, clit, inner walls, and her sore ass hole, before settling on the stiffened clit. I chewed, licked and sucked on the little nervy fucker till Millie was bucking and jerking and making hissing sounds that she tried to subdue. I worked vigourously on the little boy in the boat until it became flooded with excitement water and Millie giving a mighty heave, knocking my face away as she erupted into a quivering mass.
She rolled onto her side and grabbed her knees, folding into a fetal position as her body shook. I reached out and rubbed my hand along her side from thigh to under armpit; it was all goosebumps.
She finally quietened down, and turning around found my cock with her mouth. She licked the head eagerly as if trying to clean it of some stubborn stuff. She then took it into her mouth and sucked on it hard, swallowing it deep and shaking it from side to side. After a while she let it go and pressing it forward and down on my belly went for the balls with a roughness that was clearly intentional and meant to arouse pleasured pain. I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes tight as she licked, swallowed and pulled on my testicles, stretching the sac as far as it would go.
Then came surprise of surprises. She stuck a middle finger into my mouth and I sucked on it. She quickly pulled away the saliva lathered finger and before I had time to ponder her next move I felt the finger being forced up my tight anus and she began moving it to and fro as she took my cock deep into her throat and chewed on it hungrily. I allowed the surprisingly pleasurable movement in my ass for about a minute before I threw her over, got between the thick legs that she quickly raised and deposited on my shoulders. I pressed forward, lowering them down but stopping short of making them land on her bosom.
She guided my cock into her hole and I began banging away furiously. She once again found my hole and inserted only about an inch, just enough to tickle me as I hammered her. She managed to somehow keep it here most of the time, moving with my thrusts, when I felt myself about to cum she must have sensed it too because she sent the finger all the way up into me and I came hard and long as she twirled around in my ass.
When I was finished and lying on my back Millie straddled me like she'd done earlier and began the same rapid back and forth movement on my now only partly erect cock I looked up and saw that her face was twisted into a mask of ugly looking concentration as she rode for the line. I grabbed hold of the swinging breasts and gently massaged them, alternating with a soft tweaking of the nipples until she let out an uncontrollable, drawn out hiss and began cumming hard with quick spasmodic jerks. She lowered her thick, soft body and lay stretched out on top of me.
She remained on me for about ten minutes before getting up and off the bed. She walked across the room and turned on the lights. She came and stood a few feet away from the bed and with me looking on in amazed admiration turned her lush chocolate body round and round from side to side in slow modelling movements, smiling all the time. Looking at the gleaming, dark, shapely, chubby and slightly dimpled body made my head swing with pleasure and satisfaction.
"All yours to do whateva yuh want with, for as long as yuh want," she whispered.
She climbed onto the bed and lay beside me and sucked on my nipple for a few seconds.
She whispered, "I know you can take care of both of us ... Dora and me ... she's my daughter and I love her ... I won't mind sharing her leftovers ... I'm not greedy ... ok my baby, just keep making mommy happy. You have opened up a whole new world to me and I'm thankful."
I noticed when she spoke about sharing she made no mention of my girlfriend Althea.
"Ok, Millie, I'm with you and for you." I said.
"Don't you dare slip up and call me Millie when other folks are around."
She got up and bending over, backing me, retrieved the towel from the floor, wrapped it around her, came back and leaned over and gave me a wet kiss before heading for the door. She listened, then opened it slightly, peeked out and then quickly slipped out and closed it behind her all the while looking as happy as a lark. A little over a year into the dalliance between me, mom and my big sister Dora, I started noticing Pat, my younger sister, who by then had turned eighteen and had quickly blossomed into tormentingly ripe womanhood; she was designed to make mouths water and pre-cum flow. I had decided against moving in with Dora as mom had suggested I do, to avoid raising the suspicion of her neighbors or visiting friends. Dora, herself, had been urging me to do it, but had eventually given up hope and stopped. She still didn't know about me and mom though mom knew about her.
Pat is a few inches taller than Dora and several pounds thicker, though not as thick as mom. She had the same oval face, small, full-lipped mouth, sparkling, big black eyes and the same small waist, wide hips and fluffy ass to match her size. The ass did seem a bit softer and slacker than the two older family ladies, judging from the way it bounced and rolled when she walked. She differed in complexion to mom and Dora, being a shade or two lighter, closer to the light tan of me and our dad. She had full breasts as well, though from what I saw when she went without bra they were more of the pointy type, unlike the round fruits of her mother and sister.
Pat had always, since her early teens, drawn playful teasing from every member of the household because of the prominence of her butt. With this in mind I decided on my strategy. I started by paying increased attention to her and found that she was obviously pleased with the new chumminess, often blushing when I paid her a compliment on her looks whenever she got dressed up to leave the house.
One day while walking close behind her as we were both headed for the kitchen, I commented on the bounce of her butt under the short skirt she was wearing. As she laughed at my comment I followed it up with a sudden slap on the thick backside, letting my spread fingers sink into the softness and linger awhile. She made a loud aaaah sound and spun around. Something in the way she uttered the aaaah and the twinkle in her eyes when she looked at me made me think that she liked the intimate touch, so I repeated it the very next evening as she walked past me bouncing in tight, soft shorts. Again it drew an aaaah from her, this one sounding even more indulgent.
"You think these are basketballs or what?" she asked, smiling.
"Dey could be ... dey sure bounce easily," I replied, causing her to laugh heartily.
On the next occasion that we were alone and out of sight, she did a strange but encouraging thing; as I passed her she laughingly held her hands behind her buttocks as if expecting and shielding them from a smack. This I interpreted as her inviting me to smack her big bottom, and I did just that. So from that day onwards whenever I walked by or was standing close to her she would place her hand behind her and I would raise my hand, causing her to make evasive moves and I would pursue her until I finally succeeded in smacking her, drawing the usual aaaah and giggles out of her.
I let that little sexy play drag out for a couple of months until one day I approached her while she was wearing a thin, pale green, tube top that allowed the imprint of her nipples and the dark areolas to be slightly visible. I stood before her looking from her face to them and back steadily a couple of times, making her blush.
"What?" she asked
"I can't be certain whether these two up here or the two down there are the real basketballs," I said shaking my head.
I walked away without reaching to smack as I usually did even though her hands were behind her in anticipation. Before I turned completely around I saw the flash of surprise on her face.
I continued speaking, "Careful ... don't let those balls fall of your chest ... balance them well."
She laughed and said, "No problem, you will catch them before they hit the ground."
"I might not be able to ... dey look too heavy," I said, looking back.
"Nah, dey ain't that heavy," she said.
I turned around and stepped toward her.
"Let me see," I said
I reached out and lifted both big, juicy balls in my hands, hefting them up and down in a testing manner, while repeatedly, pressing into the area of the nipples. I heard a barely audible hiss and felt a slight tremor.
"Dey too heavy?" she asked, sounding as if she wasn't too sure if it was the right thing to say.
"Nah, I think I could manage them if they fall."
Noticing that she had removed her hands from behind her, I quickly dropped the goodies and reaching out, gave her the delayed smack, letting my fingers linger and caress longer than usual. She had a lost look in her dilating eyes.
The next morning I called in sick, knowing that mom would be leaving early to give my younger brother Mike a lift to a sports ground some distance away where he was taking part in a school athletic meeting. The drive to and fro would take at least about ninety minutes, and added to that I knew mom would be staying a while to view his first race. Pat had recently written her final high school exams and was at home awaiting the results, and likely entrance to university. She opted out of the sporting event on the grounds that she had to make a visit to her old school to help with the planning of the upcoming graduation party.
I was standing by the door as if about to step out into the yard when I heard the bathroom door pushed in loudly. I turned around and saw Pat wrapped in a white towel, heading toward her bedroom. She gave me a little smile and I stepped outside after returning the smile. She knew that I had called in sick; mom didn't. I remained standing just outside the door, undecided, for about five minutes before I turned and walked back into the house. My heart was pumping excitedly as I headed for the bedrooms area hoping that luck would be on my side and that I'd at least get a glimpse of little sis in undies only or better yet, in panties only, no bra.
Luck was with me; as I approached the room I could see that the door was open. I slowed my pace as I drew close. Turning my head I saw Pat standing fully naked in front of her vanity looking into the mirror with raised hands fixing her hair. I stopped and stood there taking in a full side profile look at the fleshy brown body, marveling at the curve from back into round, big, high ass. The full, firm, pointy breasts stood straight out on her chest, the endings and their amazingly long nipples, appearing to be making an upward curve as if intent on reaching the roof.
She must have seen me through the side of her eye, and looking startled Pat swung all the way around and faced me - full bodily - hands to her surprised mouth. I stood there unable and unwilling to move, taking in the magnificent sight of ripe, young, womanly curves - the big brown breasts, the flat tummy and wide fleshy hips. The smooth, thick thighs, free of cellulite and stretch marks. Between those thighs rose a bun sized, clean shaven vulva above which was a small, neat triangle of closely cropped black hair. It looked more like a stain or birthmark.
"Oh my god, Denny ... I thought you had gone outside," she cried out.
She made no effort to use her hands to shield any of her privates.
"I forgot my phone," I replied quickly, hoping she wouldn't look down at the pocket of my shorts and see the phone imprint.
"Oh my ... where is my towel?" she asked herself, turning her head around in a searching manner.
She started to walk off.
"Pat, wait," I cried out anxiously.
She stopped, still facing me full bodily.
"You don't have to cover up ... you have an absolutely beautiful body ... nothing that needs hiding ... nothing to feel ashamed about," I said, with deep conviction.
She stood still looking at me, her black eyes ablaze and sparkling, her full lips on the small mouth, so much like Dora's, twitching slightly, her hands held unsteadily straight down her sides. I could see she was struggling to be brave, struggling to keep hands and legs steady, struggling to smile.
"Just stand there for a while and let me admire my beautiful and sexy baby sister ... you've got the sexiest body I've ever seen, and I've seen a lot ... You're remarkable," I whispered softly, just enough for her to barely hear.
I watched as the lighter-brown parts of her body, redden blushingly and goose pimples appeared on the smooth skin.
"Thanks ... Denny," she mumbled.
I stepped forward and stood close to her. If I hadn't been wearing briefs under my athletic pants, my cock would have touched her. The heaving breasts were a couple of inches away from my stomach.
"Can I touch you Pat? ... just for a little while ... please!" I begged.
She opened her mouth to speak but no words came so she simply nodded her assent.
I reached out and touched both full, flushed cheeks, letting my hands slide along them and down her neck to her shoulders and then down her chest, to glide over the smooth, soft, lovely bubbies, grazing the stiffened nipples. My hands moved along her slightly trembling torso to her hips and then slowly up back along her belly until they found the breasts and held onto them gently, breaking into a slow kneading.
I pulled her close and found her mouth with mine. We kissed deep and long, chewing and sucking on each other's lips and tongues. She wrapped her hands tightly around my back while I held up her face for the kiss. I could feel the softness of the breasts pressed against me around the hardness of the excited nipples.
I broke the kiss, lowered my mouth and captured a dark nipple. I sucked on it passionately and she moaned out loud. I took one of her hands and placed it against my crotch as I sucked her nipple. Her fingers grabbed the hard meat and she squeezed and released it repeatedly. We remained like that for several minutes, me feeding off her nipples, she squeezing my hard member as if testing its firmness.
I ran my tongue down her stomach, stopping at her deeply dented navel momentarily to probe it before moving down to lick the tiny mat of pubic hair. Teasingly I licked all around the fleshy vulva, deliberately avoiding it. Surprisingly, letting out a tormented growl, she grabbed my head and pulled it hard against her lower belly, smashing my nose against her vulva and thrusting her hips forcefully. I moved my face about while taking deep breaths.
I stuck my tongue out and flicked the lump of flesh, then I slowly licked the barely visible labia before parting them with the help of my thumbs and poking my tongue into the hot, deep pink inside. I moved my tongue about in the little hole, exploring the walls and depth of her woman chamber.
Still on my knees, pat standing on shaky, wide spread legs as I clutched her big bottom cheeks tightly, I latched onto her clit and sucked it voraciously. She wriggled and rolled her ample hips as my mouth pleasured her. I put my middle finger to work, sending it up and down in her tight, hot, slimy hole. She moaned loudly and massaged my woolly scalp. I curved the finger, pressing it against the upper wall, seeking the G-spot and making quick, little, brushing movements as I increased the pace and sucking pressure on her clit.
Suddenly she cried out in a screeching voice and her body shook violently, knees bending. I let her slip to the floor, while holding on to her to prevent her from falling flat. Both of us on our knees, I wrapped my hands tightly around her as she shuddered in ecstasy. In the final throes, her mouth sought mine and we kissed hard as the last bit of explosive energy slipped away from her body.
When it was all over we got up and moved to her bed where we lay in silence for a few minutes, me on my back Pat on her side, head on my chest, leg thrown across my lap, pressing down on my hard, throbbing tool. She moved her head and looked up into my face, her big, shiny black eyes locking with mine, pondering them as I was pondering hers, and trying to guess at thoughts. She smiled and gave me a playful poke under my chin with her finger. And once again she surprised me with a sudden bold move.
She slid downward and quickly took my cock into her little mouth, while shifting her body around to bring it between my spread legs. She crouched between my legs on her elbows and knees, looking intently at my face as her head bobbed up and down, the insides of her mouth and throat measuring my hard length of wood repeatedly. She chewed and bit and licked and shook my cock to her heart's content until there was saliva all over my cock and groin area and her face.
I sat up and she quickly did the same, showing readiness for my aching cock. I pushed her back onto her back and grabbing her ample hips dragged her closer toward me, moving her head away from the edge of the bed. I leaned forward between her thick thighs and as I was positioning myself between them a thought occurred to me.
"Are you a virgin Pat? I asked.
"No ... not really ... I did it before ... twice only," she said slowly and carefully, but in a way as if that bit of info was a mitigating factor in a serious court case.
I lowered myself between the spread thighs and bent knees. Her hands moved with eager interest to my cock and guided it as she pulled her knees back. I pushed forward and forced my way into the opening of the tight mound, causing her to make a little whimpering sound. I pushed again, sending more of me into her. This time she made a loud aaaahh sound and her hands gripped my sides and her thumbs sunk into my underbelly. I hesitated briefly, then sent the rest of my determined member into her wanting, but cautious hole. I brought my hands around her thighs and gripped her upper arms as I started to move with quick short thrusts inside of her. Her face grimaced but there was evidence of some pleasure on the contorted features as she shook her head from side to side and cried out.
"Ow! Ow! Ow!"
I soon established a steady rhythm, pounding deeply and smoothly into her as her lady part slackened up to enable her man, her brother, to fuck her sweet pussy. She rolled her head from side to side savouring the sweetness of the taboo fuck. I let her lower her legs and I moved my hands downward to wrap them around and under her back just above her waist as I arched my back and leaning downward took a big delicious bubby into my mouth, sucking on it carefully but hungrily. I felt her body moving delightfully underneath mine and I slackened the hold on her back to give her more mobility. And move she did, bucking and thrusting, jerking and winding passionately under me.
I felt my body tighten and then twitch and as I started to blast I quickly tried to pull out but she held me tight, wrapping her legs around mine expertly, and I surrendered myself to shooting into her full blast, filling her insides with my cum juice. She stroked my back as I emptied into her. I pulled out and watched as my cum-porridge drained slowly from her twat.
She was smiling as she looked up at me I was on my side and hand, looking down at her. I passed my free hand along her belly and it quivered from the tender touch. I gently tweaked each long nipple and then let my hand travel back down to the messed up pussy, sinking a finger into the slimy opening as I leaned over and sucked a nipple into my mouth.
I sucked her bubbies for a long time while fingering the fleshy vulva, enjoying the silky feel of the hot vagina. She rolled her hips under the finger pressure and I knew she was asking me wordlessly to enter her again and ride her to a climax. Without removing my finger, I let her throw her leg over as she turned to lie on her belly. I continued probing her with my finger as she clenched and released the fluffy butt cheeks, delighting my eyes with the sensual movement. She began to move faster, making quick jerks. I placed my face on the jerking big bottom and licked it tenderly. Then nosedived into the musky crack, tickling the puckered entrance with a quick, flicking and probing tongue before surfacing and then began biting and sucking mouthful portions of thick ass meat into my mouth as she bounced.
Without my urging she eased up onto elbows and knees, ass poised high for receiving. I pulled out my finger and quickly, to prevent a shift in the concentration of passion, I found her hole from behind and stabbed into it hard, driving my cock all the way to the hilt. I remained buried deep in her pink salmon steak as I rolled my hips, grinding away against the thick brown meat. She jerked in response, matching my move with a different but complementing one.
After a while I shifted to heavy pounding, hitting the backside hard each time I pulled back and slammed all the way into it, watching it bounce and tremble seductively. I began to knead it as I hammered away.
Amazingly, she assumed what I could only call an acrobatic pose, spreading her knees wide and in the effort lowering her thick body until she was doing a kind of bent-knee split, her belly on the bed, ass just barely lifted up. I followed her down with my body and when she was set in her desired position, now with chest also on the bed and arms spread wide, grabbing the edges of the mattress, I resumed jabbing into the thick pokey of my sister, liking the way her ass bounced and the way she mewed and whimpered under my attack.
I stretched out full along her entire length of torso as I fucked her quickly. She took me like that for a long time, not complaining, not showing any discomfort in the strange but enticing position and then I noticed that she was breathing harder and harder as if she was trying to coax a feeling up from deep within. I got back onto my knees with arched back and I passed a hand underneath her and latched onto her clit, rubbing it between thumb and forefinger as I quick fucked her.
The heavy breathing got heavier and quicker with her making loud gasping sounds. I suddenly remembered the way she seemed pleased whenever I smacked her. I used my free hand to give her a series of quick slaps to the bouncing batty, not too hard, just employing enough pressure to make it smart slightly, and suddenly she cried out, shook violently and then bucked wildly, throwing me off her as she straightened out her legs backward. She flounced and rolled on the mattress, her body covered in pleasure raised pores. When she was finished cumming, she started gasping and laughing as she rolled onto her back.
"Yuh make me feel so good, Denny," she said.
I wasted no time I was hungry to jab and cum inside the thick satiated body so I could find my own satiation. I got between her legs and she lifted them high and grabbed my cock as I moved forward, lining it up against her hole. I pushed forward, going in smoothly. With her thick legs on my shoulders, I wrapped my arms around the big, sweaty, juicy thighs and began firing away into my sister's pussy as she urged me on with satisfied-sounding grunts and before long I was shooting hot pellets of cum up her hole. I remained on my knees, still having her thighs in a tight hug as I emptied into her.
We lay on the bed hugging each other and enjoying the post fuck headiness and the feel of each other's naked body. It was during that break that she told me she had deliberately left her bedroom door open so I could see her and make a move, as she'd been fantasizing about me fucking her for some time and had become maddeningly desperate for it after I felt up her boobs the night before.
We fucked one more time half an hour later, then freshened up and left the house together, Pat for school and me to while away some time in town until afternoon, when I would either return home or visit Dora. I was feeling real happy, now having an extra choice of fine pussy at my hand reach whenever I wanted it; all because of Dora's drink invitation.