My little sister
My little sister was always ticklish. When we were kids, I used to chase her around the house and tickle her until she would surrender. Occasionally our mom would be in a lousy mood and she would chastise us when she heard Annette shrieking and trying to get away from me. It was always in fun; I wasn't trying to torture my sister by tickling her. When Annette would breathlessly pant, "I give up!" I would give her a peck on the end of her nose and help her to her feet.
Every once in a while, Annette would just be in a bad mood and wouldn't feel like playing. I could tell the difference when she playfully yelled, "Stop!" and when she was serious. Whenever that happened, I would quickly switch to being her protective older brother. Annette could always trust me not to run my mouth when something was bothering her. She could tell me anything...well, to a point.
Once she started having her periods and menstrual cramps, her "female problems" were a little out of my comfort zone. On the other hand, when she started having crushes on boys I was able to provide some useful insight. I was also there to tower over and intimidate any young guy who was disrespectful to my little sister. I never had to kick anyone's ass for her, but I would have.
After high school, I joined the National Guard. It seemed like a good idea at the time. I would get money for college, plus a few hundred bucks a month. As anyone who has enlisted in the military can tell you, recruiters lie their asses off. This guy assured me, "Oh, if you're in the Guard, you'll probably never get called on to go into a war zone. The last time that happened was back during the Gulf War, and they called up the Army Reserves first."
After boot camp, I was sent to Advanced Infantry Training in Fort Benning, Georgia. To be honest, that was pretty cool. It isn't for everyone, but I liked getting out there and firing the weapons and participating in most of the training exercises. I felt like a real badass by the time we graduated—an honest-to-goodness killing machine. Then they sent me to join my Guard unit.
I was shocked—at first—but my mother was apoplectic. She called people who were way, way up the chain of command from me, chewing them out and demanding that I be allowed to return home. Mom never told me that was what she was doing; I found out when that shit rolled back down the chain of command to land on me. Fortunately, my platoon leader was pretty cool. Even though he had taken some heat from our unit commander, he took me aside and explained what was going on rather than embarrassing me in front of everyone in the unit.
Still, word got around. I got the nickname "Momma's Boy" for a while. And by "a while" I mean the rest of my tour in Afghanistan. I called her the first chance I got and explained, "Look, Mom, I signed on for this. I'm under contract for two years. This wasn't what I was expecting, but our unit only has three more months here and then we'll all come home. Please stop making those calls. You're only going to get me in trouble."
I wound up lying to my own mother, assuring her it wasn't that bad and that everything would be fine. Before those three months were up, we lost seven guys in my unit. Two of them died and the other five sustained injuries that ended their military careers. Then the United States government decided to extend our unit for another six months. Before that was up, we were extended another year.
My entire two-year stint in the National Guard wound up being spent in Afghanistan. When I was approached about re-enlisting, I gave the guy a one-finger salute. I thought I was pretty clear with that response.
Now, it wasn't like I was constantly in a war zone over there. I did get some leave, but I didn't go home any of those three times. Instead, I basically took a vacation in Europe. Those brief respites kept me sane. Over the two years in Afghanistan, I made several friends among the locals. We couldn't have done our jobs without their help. It wasn't like we were constantly being shot at, but we still couldn't go anywhere without being in full battle fatigues with body armor and weapons loaded. In the heat of the summers it was stifling.
* * *
The flight from Afghanistan to Germany and the one from Germany to the States were Military Airlift Command flights. We were still wearing our uniforms and gear for those. It wasn't until they had me turn in all that gear and I was mustered out of the Guard that I found myself in civvies on a domestic airline flight home. Dad picked me up at the airport and gave me a huge hug.
Man, I cannot begin to tell you how good that felt. It wasn't like I needed a hug, but it was a welcome home that had been two full years in the making. We both had tears in our eyes when he finally released me.
"Your mother wanted to be here so bad," he said, shaking his head. "She had already made all her reservations for this business conference before she realized..."
"It's fine, Dad," I grinned. "You know she would be breaking down in tears if she was here. Oh, here's my bag."
I heard him chuckle as I picked up that duffel bag. It seemed awfully light, now.
"You look like you're in pretty good shape," he commented as I tossed the bag over my shoulder and we walked out of the terminal.
"Yes sir, I guess I am," I said.
On the drive to the house, Dad said, "Oh, I will be heading out pretty early in the morning. I'm working a 'camp' for some of our remedial kids this summer. It's only two more weeks. Your mother will be back in three days. Once we wrap up this camp, I want to do something as a family. We talked about it a bit, but hadn't really come up with 'just the thing.' If you can think of something great, I'd appreciate it."
My dad was a teacher, and had been my entire life. Most summers he would wind up doing something like this for the school district, so it wasn't a surprise. Mom was in one of those "it's not a pyramid scheme" businesses. She had started off selling makeup, but she had moved up in the company and spent most of her time recruiting and training other women. These business conferences, seminars and retreats had been a part of her life for the past decade.
I nodded. "I'll think about it," I said. Then I had to suppress a yawn. It was almost two in the morning, and I felt like I had been in constant motion for the past three days. I realized I was grinning like an idiot when we drove into our neighborhood and I saw the house. My room was almost exactly as I had left it two years ago, except it was obviously cleaner. I collapsed into my bed as soon as I stripped off my shirt, jeans and socks, and was asleep instantly.
* * *
I slept in the next morning until the sun streaming in through the blinds woke me. It took me a moment to realize I was home. A smile spread over my face just savoring that thought. I am home. I made it! I got out of the bed and stretched lazily. For the first time in two years, I didn't have to get dressed immediately in my uniform. It felt gloriously decadent to walk out the bedroom door wearing only boxers and my undershirt.
I sauntered into the bathroom to relieve my bladder. It took a while, since my "morning wood" stubbornly refused to go away. Once I had finished urinating, it hardened again when I shook out the last few drops. I sighed as I looked down at my throbbing boner. I needed to get laid, but I didn't know if any of my former girlfriends were still around, or available, or interested. It might be a while. I tucked that rampant trouser snake into my boxers and washed my hands and face before heading out to get some breakfast.
I couldn't suppress my grin when I saw my sister with her back to me in the kitchen. She was taller than I remembered her after two years, but I recognized her favorite t-shirt. I crept up behind her and my fingers slipped to her sides to tickle her ribs. Annette let out a blood-curdling shriek and spun around with her eyes wide in terror.
I held up my hands in front of me defensively. "Annette! It's me, Brian! Calm down."
I really hadn't thought it through, obviously. After all this time, she wasn't expecting me to be there. She started slapping at me with both hands, and I blocked those half-hearted blows with my forearms.
"You jerk!" she hissed. "You scared the crap out of me!"
I narrowed my eyes and hers went wide in response. "Oh, no," she muttered, shaking her head.
"Oh, yes!" I countered, once again going after her ribs.
She managed to spin away from me, giggling as she sprinted for her room. I bolted after her, but I had noticed that my sister hadn't merely gotten taller. Her body was no longer that of a scrawny little girl. That old t-shirt was snug around her prominent breasts and her hips were obviously wider. It wasn't something I was really thinking about at the moment—I was intent on catching her and tickling her into submission as I had done for so many years.
I caught up when she reached her doorway. She turned to slam her door, but I was too fast. Annette shrieked playfully as I tickled her, backpedaling toward her bed and swatting at my hands. At that point there was a disconnect between my eyes and the rest of my body. My hands were on autopilot, seeking out my sister's ticklish spots with unerring accuracy and avoiding her attempts to fend me off.
My eyes were suddenly captivated by hard nipples standing out prominently right in front of me. Through that threadbare old t-shirt, my sister's impressive breasts were almost completely visible. Her darker nipples and the circles of her aureoles stood out proudly, waving around enticingly as Annette giggled and bounced around in my grasp.
She kept backpedaling until the backs of her thighs hit her mattress, and then she lost her balance and fell back into the bed. She was at my mercy, giggling helplessly and attempting to scoot away from me on her back. I followed her and kept tickling her. I couldn't stop grinning. I had missed this so much.
Finally, Annette gasped, "I surrender!" and she threw up her hands over her head.
I was crouched above her in the bed. We smiled at each other and panted. I put my hands on either side of her ribcage and leaned down to kiss the tip of her nose, as I had so many times before. Annette's eyes shot open just as I felt something wonderfully hot and wet around the head of my hard cock.
I blinked as I looked into her eyes, unable to stop my hips as they pressed forward. More of my cock sank into that welcoming, wet embrace. Annette let out a soft, "Oh!" and that snapped me out of it. I stopped pushing into her and looked down. I mean, I knew what had happened, but it was still a shock to look at my sister's pussy for the first time and to see the shaft of my dick stretching it wide open.
Annette had a lovely little fuzzy pussy. Her legs were spread open on either side of my thighs. I watched in disbelief as I pulled my cock back out of her an inch and then pushed it back in. My eyes wandered back up her body, taking note of her rock-hard nipples and heaving breasts before I once again met her eyes.
"You're not wearing any panties," I gasped. I felt like an idiot as soon as I said it.
Annette bit her lip and shook her head. We were both still panting. It just felt unreal to me, like this couldn't be happening. At the same time, her pussy felt like moist perfection as it squeezed my dick. Annette's teeth released her lip and her mouth opened wide as I pushed the rest of my shaft inside her.
Her eyes were wild as she looked up into my face. My sister brought her hands up to my shoulders and they fluttered as they touched me. She looked so sexy and helpless in that moment, and her snug pussy felt impossibly good wrapped around me. It felt even better when I pulled my cock back and slid it smoothly inside her again. We both groaned at that incredible sensation.
It had been almost a year since I had enjoyed the feel of a woman's pussy wrapped around my cock like this. I had hooked up with a German girl near Frankfurt after a night out at the clubs. She had been blonde and very thin, in stark contrast to my sister's dark curly hair and voluptuous curves.
I savored her tight wetness around me until I felt her nails dig into my shoulders and she gasped, "Oh, Brian!"
That stopped me cold. I shuddered as I pulled my entire length out of her and pushed myself back onto my feet. We both stared at my glistening cock as it pulsed in front of me, sticking straight out of the front of my boxers. I worked my tongue around in my mouth to get some saliva going.
"I'm so sorry," I panted. "It just felt so good. I didn't want to stop. I didn't mean to..."
Annette nodded, sitting up in the bed. She was still out of breath. "It's—" she started, and then panted a couple more times. "I understand."
She seemed reluctant to close her legs and I had a tough time keeping my eyes off of her sexy body. My legs were shaking and I was still completely hard.
I need to get out of here! I thought abruptly. "Sorry!" I panted again, turning and walking quickly out her door.
* * *
I grabbed a change of clothes and took a shower. At the end, I turned off the hot water and stood in the chill spray for several minutes. It almost made my hard-on go away.
I guess we were fortunate that our parents were out. It gave us the privacy we needed to try to talk about what had happened. Obviously, it wasn't an easy conversation to have. Annette was still wearing that same t-shirt and obviously hadn't put on a bra. She was wearing loose cotton shorts, though. Embarrassingly, the only shorts I had were from before I had left for boot camp two years earlier. They were awfully snug now.
I had put on thirty pounds since I had gone away, most of it muscle and a lot of it in my thighs and butt. Even though I was wearing boxers, my dick was clearly outlined by the snug cotton of my shorts. I imagined my old cargo shorts wouldn't even fit anymore. Annette and I looked each over quickly and both licked our lips nervously. Then we shared a nervous grin and she chuckled softly.
"I guess I'll have to get into the habit of wearing panties, now that you're back," she murmured. I blushed, but before I could stammer out another apology she went on. "Sorry, I wasn't trying to give you a hard time," she whispered. "I know you didn't do it on purpose."
"Yeah," I muttered in reply. "Whoops."
We both chuckled and shook our heads. Annette patted the couch next to her.
"Come have a seat," she said.
I hesitated. "Actually, I never got breakfast," I finally said, spreading my hands in a helpless gesture. "I probably ought to eat something."
She nodded back at me and stood, which caused her breasts to wobble enticingly. She grinned when she caught me looking. "I was rudely interrupted when I tried to get the milk," she replied. "Truce?"
"Truce," I agreed.
That had been our agreed-upon signal that no tickling would take place, ever since I was eleven and she was nine. We walked out to the kitchen together and got cereal and milk, sitting down at the dining room table to eat quietly and think over what we would say. Although we didn't say anything, we kept looking at each other as we crunched the cereal in our mouths. Eventually, we finished it and still didn't know what to say. I got up and went to the kitchen first, putting away the milk and starting the water in the sink.
Annette followed shortly afterward, and I stepped aside to let her use the sink when my bowl and spoon were clean. I was surprised to stand up after putting my dishes in the dishwasher; she was blushing and had obviously been checking out my ass. I raised an eyebrow and she bit her lip and shook her head before turning off the water and shaking off her bowl and spoon.
As soon as she had put them in the dishwasher and stood up, I slid up behind her. "Truce over?" I murmured into her ear.
"Please don't," she whispered. "We really need to talk about what happened."
I nodded, but couldn't help but notice how hard her nipples were when she turned around. I swallowed hard and tried to think of something to say. "Oh!" I blurted, "Dad said we should think of something to do as a family once he wraps up his camp."
Annette cocked her head and creased her brow as she regarded me. "I don't see what that has to do with what happened earlier," she said.
"Nothing, I guess," I replied lamely. "I was just trying to think of something to say besides 'I'm sorry I slipped my dick into you.'"
That earned me a grin. I realized in that moment just what a beautiful young woman my sister was. My gaze had been so captivated by her body earlier that I hadn't really appreciated her lovely face.
"I guess that was my fault, really," she murmured. "After you left, I was home alone so often that I got into the habit of sleeping without panties. Last summer and this summer, when I knew Dad was going to be out, I just wandered around the house like that. I knew you were coming home, but it didn't occur to me to change that...um...habit."
"The sad thing is, I haven't been able to get out of bed and leave my tent the past two years without getting into full battle gear," I said, shaking my head sadly. "I was jazzed to finally get the chance to walk around in nothing but boxers and a t-shirt."
"Wait, you lived in a tent the whole time?" she asked in disbelief.
"Most of the time," I shrugged. "I mean, they were big tents. More like portable buildings than the ones we used when we went camping as kids."
That got us onto an entirely new conversation about my experience in Afghanistan. We wound up not even talking about what had happened earlier. We also talked about Annette's last two years of high school, and the guys she had been dating. Then Dad came home, and we really didn't have the chance to talk about what had happened earlier.
He joined us and asked all sorts of questions, and I told them a bunch of my stories. I didn't tell them any of the combat experiences, just the little day-to-day things with the people in my unit and some of the friends I'd made over there. We had lunch together and my mom called shortly after that to talk to me. She sounded happy over the phone, although she apologized for not being at the airport the night before.
"It was fine, Mom," I reassured her. "I got in so late that I went right to bed as soon as we got to the house. I wouldn't have been a great conversationalist. It was a really long week before I got home."
I was surprised to feel Annette's hands on my shoulders and glanced up at her. She was smiling down at me as she massaged my shoulders and neck. It felt really good and I didn't realize how tense I had been until those muscles started to relax.
After I got off the phone, Annette and I went out shopping. I needed new clothes that fit—especially shorts—and she had her own car. When we had pulled out of the driveway, she murmured, "I probably need to get some new underwear while we're out."
"Why is that?" I asked.
She blushed slightly and shook her head. After a minute or two, she said, "You know, you're right. The underwear I have is fine. I don't know why I thought it would be a big deal."
"Big deal" is not how I would describe my sister's panties. It turned out that they were all tiny, and mostly thongs, but I digress.
We went to the local Wal-Mart and I got some comfortable shorts. I modeled a few pairs of them for my sister. It was a little disconcerting the way that she looked intently at my crotch every time, but that was the point. I was trying to get shorts that didn't make my dick easy for her to see. I grabbed some new t-shirts as well. My sister's eyes lit up when she saw one of them—a black shirt with the Superman logo on it.
"Oh, I'm going to steal that shirt to sleep in," she announced.
"Okay," I replied easily, grabbing a second one.
She wound up stealing both of them.
* * *
I can't recall now if it was a habit I got into from being in the military or if it was something I had always done, but as soon as we got back from that shopping trip I took all the tags off the new clothes and washed them. My dad and sister both looked at me a little strangely.
"What?" I asked, feeling a little defensive.
"Those are brand-new clothes," Annette said. "Why are you washing them?"
"Someone else may have tried them on," I replied with a shrug. "Plus, you never know how long they've been sitting around before I bought them..." I started ticking the points of this argument off on my fingers. I had four more points to make, but then I stopped. "It just made sense to me. Is it a problem?"
"I guess not," Annette replied. It was her turn to shrug.
My nose twitched then. "Oh, lord, is that fresh coffee I smell?" Dad nodded. "May I have some?" I asked.
"Of course," Dad replied, once again looking at me like I was a weirdo.
As I fixed my cup of coffee, I explained. "We went on a long patrol for my last two weeks in Afghanistan, so I haven't had any coffee in nearly three weeks. The coffee the Army gave us was, uh, not very good. A few guys in my unit had their families mail them really good coffee, but it was their coffee, if that makes sense. If anyone just helped themselves to someone else's private stash of coffee, it could get ugly."
"Oh," Dad replied, nodding.
I didn't add that I once saw a guy get stabbed because he helped himself to Connie's coffee. She was such a badass. We all felt like it was unfair when she was sent home after that. The jackass she had stabbed was the one we wanted gone.
It was only when I saw my dad and sister looking at me and chuckling that I realized I had let out a loud moan after that first marvelous sip of delicious, fresh coffee. I grinned and took another long sip, making an even more exaggerated moan. They both busted up laughing, and my dad struggled not to spit out his own coffee.
"Okay, that's enough of that!" he exclaimed. "The coffee's good, but it's not that good."
Annette's eyes twinkled, and I could tell she was holding something back because Dad was there. I gave them a broad smile and joined them at the table. We made small talk for a while, and Dad told us a little about the camp he was teaching. After I moved my clothes to the dryer, he cleared his throat.
"Will you be joining us for church on Sunday?" he asked. "Since your mother will be back by then, I'm sure she would appreciate it."
"Oh, yeah," I replied, nodding after taking that last sip of coffee. I thought for a moment as I savored the coffee. "I might need to buy some new Sunday clothes, though," I said as I thought about it. "I'm not sure my old suit fits anymore."
"I'd be happy to pay for a new suit," Dad offered. "Not Armani or anything like that—I am still on a teacher's salary."
We chuckled. "Thanks, Dad," I replied. "I think Sears or Penny's would be fine."
I went into my room and tried on one of my dress shirts. My neck had gotten so much thicker that I couldn't button the top button. All of my old dress shirts were way too tight across the shoulders now. The same was true of the jacket of my old suit, and the dress pants...
"Damn, those are tight!" Annette laughed from my doorway.
"You think?" I replied sarcastically. "I can't even zip them up. Ridiculous."
I struggled to work those pants back down my legs. My back was still to my sister until I finally got free of them. I held them up a little sadly and then folded them carefully. When I turned to face Annette, I started saying, "Well, I guess we could donate this old suit to Goodwill..." I had to stop and swallow.
Annette was staring at the crotch of my boxers lustfully. Her hard nipples gave away the fact that she had taken off her bra. Seeing her like that made my cock stiffen, and she could see it clearly. I don't know what might have happened if my dad hadn't come down the hallway at that moment. As soon as I heard him, I turned quickly to pull my shorts back on.
"Well, what's the verdict on your old suit?" he asked at the doorway.
I sighed and held out my hands helplessly for a moment. "It definitely doesn't fit anymore," I replied. "Should I donate it to Goodwill, or is there someone you know who could use it?"
"We could donate it to the church," he replied thoughtfully.
I nodded and hung it back on the hangar. "These shirts, too," I added. "They're all too small for me now."
* * *
Dad took me shopping for a new suit, and Annette decided to stay home. After we got back, I eventually realized she had taken the opportunity to swipe both of the Superman t-shirts out of the dryer. I was folding the rest of my new clothes when she sauntered by my room wearing one of them. The shirt would have been snug on my shoulders and arms. On her, it was stretched across her breasts as if someone had spray painted that "S" logo between her perky nipples. Below that, the bottom hem hung down loosely to mid-thigh. She held her hands behind her lower back and turned from side to side, giving me an eyeful.
"What do you think?" she asked. "Doesn't it look better on me?"
I nodded. "It does look good on you," I replied. "Now I'll put on the other one and see..."
I worked my way through the rest of the pile and realized she had helped herself to both shirts. By the time I blurted, "Hey!" she was already gone from my doorway, giggling as she retreated to the living room. I was out my door like a shot. Annette looked over her shoulder and saw me coming. She let out a shriek and ran for the safety of Dad on the couch.
We were already close, and Dad looked up at us as we burst into the living room. He grinned and shook his head. I caught my sister from behind and started tickling her ribs, and she twisted in my grasp. We wound up falling onto the couch next to my father. My breath escaped in a big whoosh when Annette landed on top of my lap and her back pressed into my chest and stomach.
"Daddy!" she gasped, in a playful, girly voice. "Brian's picking on me, make him stop!"
"Hey, she stole both my Superman shirts!" I protested lamely, as soon as I recovered my breath.
"Really, Brian?" Dad chuckled with a raised eyebrow.
I realized how juvenile I had sounded. We all knew what a fan my sister was of Superman; it wasn't like I should be surprised she had stolen both shirts. My fingertips continued to work her over and she squirmed in my lap. Her round bottom felt delightful as it wiggled against my crotch. I felt my cock getting hard, and worried that my sister would feel it too. I stopped tickling and wrapped my arms around her midsection.
"Truce?" I murmured.
She looked over her shoulder at me and nodded. She gulped, and her wide eyes let me know she was already aware of my hard dick beneath her. She licked her lips and slowly turned her head toward the television, settling her head back against my right shoulder so that I could watch the screen over her left shoulder.
I did not get any softer as she sat in my lap. The moist heat emanating from her was impossible to ignore. Annette's body felt good in my arms, and she smelled amazing. I tried to focus on the television screen and will my erection so subside, but it felt like my sister was pressing her sexy butt right into my hard-on. At the first commercial break, I decided I needed to get out of there. I pushed Annette up from my lap and quickly stood up, turning my body away from my dad.
In that brief instant, I got a glimpse of my sister's thong disappearing between her shapely ass cheeks before the shirt dropped to cover her. I managed not to groan out loud.
"I need to finish folding my laundry," I explained as I walked away.
Dad nodded, but Annette was staring at the obvious bulge in my shorts and licked her lips again. I retreated quickly to my room and adjusted my boner so it would be less obvious. I tried to lose myself in the rhythm of folding my clothes and stacking them neatly, but I was still throbbing and could not get my sister's body out of my mind. I heard her clear her throat from my doorway and turned to look over my shoulder at her.
"Hey," she said softly, "are you okay?"
I nodded, not sure what to say. Annette shifted from side to side, biting her lip and staring up at the ceiling for a moment. Finally she looked into my eyes again and cleared her throat once more.
"You didn't have to leave, you know," she said in a near-whisper. "I really didn't mind."
Her eyes flickered down to my crotch as I turned to face her, answering the question I had not asked. She had not minded that I got hard with her in my lap. I took a deep breath.
"Annette, may I please have that other Superman t-shirt back?" I asked with a lopsided grin.
She grinned back at me. "Ask me in the morning," she replied cheekily. "I'll need to think it over."
Of course I had to tickle her again.
* * *
After a shower, I tried on my new suit with one of the dress shirts and the new tie. I had an undershirt on beneath the dress shirt; I hadn't wanted to iron it or wash it until I was sure it would fit. The shirts I had bought were all the same size, so if this one didn't fit I would need to exchange all of them. I went back into the bathroom and brushed my hair. I shrugged off the suit jacket to check the fit of the shirt and nodded happily at my reflection. The waist of the thing was loose, of course, but I would be able to iron pleats into it to help with that.
My dad let out a low whistle when I walked into the living room.
"Looking sharp, Brian," he said with an approving nod of his head.
Annette turned to look at me and her eyes went wide. "Wow," she breathed. She cleared her throat and added, "You really do look amazing in that suit, Brian." For a brief moment she opened her mouth as if to add something, but then she closed her mouth and gave me a thin smile before glancing meaningfully at Dad.
"Did you help him pick out that suit?" she asked.
"No," Dad chuckled. "There were two sales girls that were more than happy to help him."
I cocked my head at that. I hadn't thought either of those girls was interested. Of course, I've always sucked at reading women. Right at that moment, for instance, it seemed like my sister was interested in me and maybe even jealous after what my dad had said. Obviously that had to be wrong.
"Hey," Dad suddenly blurted. "Since you're all dressed up, why don't we go out for a nice dinner somewhere?"
"Sounds great," I replied.
Annette practically leapt to her feet. "I've got to get washed up and changed!" she exclaimed. "I can't have you making me look like a slob."
Dad got up and laughed all the way to his bedroom. It took him fifteen minutes to get dressed, and we waited another ten minutes for Annette. I couldn't help but think it was worth the wait. The dress she wore was not one I had seen before, and it complemented her body perfectly.
"You look incredible," I stammered when she made her appearance.
"Thanks," she murmured, giving me an angelic smile.
* * *
The dinner was delicious, and I had to pay close attention to my manners. For some reason it felt like a date, even though I was sitting next to my sister and our dad was there talking the entire time. Annette and I kept looking at each other and smiling.
I guess I should explain that I have always loved my little sister, but not in any kind of lustful way. Growing up, we were always able to talk easily about most things. Annette bluntly let me know when my first girlfriend in high school just wasn't "good enough for you." Then she set me up with the gorgeous Dianne—a girl I would never have thought I would have a chance to date.
Dianne was a year ahead of me in school, and we dated for almost three years. After she left for college, I dated several girls but none of those relationships lasted very long. Mostly they were just brief "hook-ups." Annette had given me some grief over some of those girls, but I laughed it off when she did.
I had never looked at my sister as a sexy woman until today. It was jarring. Of course, it didn't help that I kept thinking about how amazing her pussy had looked wrapped around my hard dick...
After I had eaten my fill, I resolved to stop staring at my sister and to try to steer things back to normal. That was when I became aware that our waiter was ogling my sister's creamy cleavage where it was displayed by the plunging neckline of her dress. Dad caught the guy staring more than once, but didn't seem awfully upset. I realized then that most guys in the restaurant were not only checking out my sister, but were obviously jealous of me for sitting next to her.
I leaned in to Annette and murmured, "You know every guy in this place is checking you out. That dress looks amazing on you."
I heard her suck in a breath as she looked around. Some of those guys were not subtle at all. I felt her slide her hand around my arm and she leaned up to whisper in my ear.
"I'm so lucky I have a stud like you to take care of me," she breathed.
I gave her a sharp look, and she just grinned.
"What are you two whispering about?" Dad asked.
I leaned forward so he could hear me.
"I was just pointing out all the guys who are checking her out," I replied.
"Yeah," Dad replied, blowing out a breath before taking a sip of wine. "It's been brutal with you gone," he continued. "When I took her and your mother out anywhere, guys would give me death stares all the time. At least now they think you're the lucky dog who's dating Annette."
I realized then that I didn't know if my sister was dating anyone. However, I didn't feel like discussing it over dinner, where one of those other guys might overhear.
When we finished our meal, I gallantly offered my sister my arm and walked her out of the restaurant after our father. I held the door open to the passenger seat for her. We had always taken turns "riding shotgun" and I had ridden there on the way to the restaurant. Once again, she favored me with a dazzling smile as she took her seat.
* * *
Back at the house, we all changed into comfortable clothes and sat on the couch. We chatted idly while watching something inane on the television. Annette was once again wearing the Superman t-shirt but she sat on the other side of me from our dad.
"Oh," I said during a commercial break. "I meant to ask earlier. Are you dating anyone?"
Annette shook her head a little sadly. "Kyle and I broke up right after the school year ended. His dad got laid off and they had to move."
"That sucks," I replied.
"Tell me about it," she murmured unhappily. After a sigh, she continued, "I went out with a couple of guys since then, but nothing serious."
Once again, she stopped abruptly and looked over at our dad. He was watching the television and seemed oblivious to our conversation. After all, he knew about Kyle. When the show ended, Dad stood up and stretched and yawned.
"Well, goodnight kids," he said.
We both stood and gave him a big hug before he went to bed. I sat back down, and my sister waited until Dad closed his bedroom door before sitting in my lap facing me. That position kept her crotch safely away from mine, but her breasts were uncomfortably close to my face. I made sure to keep my eyes locked on hers so I wouldn't stare.
"Have you been teasing me on purpose?" she asked quietly, catching me off-guard.
"I have no idea what you mean," I said simply. I made sure my expression was sincere so she wouldn't think I was teasing her at that moment.
Her eyes searched mine carefully before she said, "Ever since Kyle left, I've been constantly horny. The guys I dated since then..." she shook her head and blew out an annoyed breath. "I got with a guy a week ago, and that was a quickie that didn't come close to getting me off. When you slid your dick into me this morning and then just stopped I wanted to scream."
"I said I was sorry," I said quickly. "Seriously, that was a complete accident. I promise I'll be more careful."
My sister gave a frustrated growl and slid to her feet. Then she turned around and slid her sexy bottom right back into my crotch.
"Well, will you at least scratch my back for me?" she asked plaintively.
"Sure," I chuckled.
I went right to work scratching her back with both hands, being careful not to tickle her in the process. I had to lean over to my left to watch the television around her. I was proud of myself; I managed not to get hard the entire time. To be fair, it was probably only because I was stuffed after that marvelous dinner. My body was busy digesting too much food and it made me sleepy.
After fifteen minutes of scratching Annette's back, I squeezed her shoulders to get her attention. She turned her head to look at me.
"Hey, I'm really tired," I murmured. "I think it's time for me to go to bed."
"Okay," she replied, turning sideways in my lap. "Thanks for scratching my back."
She put her arm around my neck and leaned in to give me a kiss. Without thinking, I kissed her back. It wasn't something we had ever done before—at least not like that kiss. When Annette moaned into my mouth and opened her lips, I suddenly realized I was kissing my sister and broke it off.
"Whew," I breathed. "Sorry about that."
"It's okay," she replied breathily. "I really liked it."
I wrapped my arms around her and held her up as I stood, hugging her tightly in the process. I could feel the hard points of her nipples pressing against my chest and my dick started to respond. I gave Annette a smile and a quick smooch on the lips before setting her down.
"Goodnight, Annette," I said softly.
"Goodnight, Brian," she replied.
Then she turned and bent over to grab the television remote and I was frozen. Her pussy was clearly displayed, only bisected by the damp string of her thong. My dick knew how amazing it felt to be inside there and responded instantly. I was shaking as I turned to walk back to my bedroom.
When Annette walked by the door to my bedroom on the way to hers, I once again caught a whiff of her. This time there was the unmistakable smell of her damp arousal carried on the air to assault my nostrils. My cock lurched in my shorts. It didn't give a damn that it was my sister. It just knew there was a smoking-hot woman not twenty feet away, and that she was wet and ready for action.
I really wanted to jerk off, but I knew I would be fantasizing about my sister if I did. I groaned as I peeled off my shorts and my eager boner popped right out of the front of my boxers. It stubbornly refused to soften or even go back inside my boxers when I pushed it down. I folded my shorts and set them on top of my dresser, then peeled off my t-shirt and folded it up before setting it on top of the shorts. The dresser was right by my open bedroom door, and my nostrils flared as I got another whiff of Annette.
I turned off the overhead light and turned on the lamp on the nightstand. Knowing that I would not be able to fall asleep soon, I decided to get in a light workout. I did fifty push-ups first, going slowly and keeping my back perfectly straight. I breathed in through my nose each time I lowered my chest to the carpet, and blew it out when I lifted my body up from the floor. As soon as I finished the last repetition, I swiveled my body around and started doing sit-ups with my legs held up off the floor.
I was counting each one quietly under my breath. As I murmured "forty-three" I noticed my sister's delicious aroma getting stronger and had to swallow the saliva that was building up in my mouth. A glance to my left showed me that she was standing in my doorway again. It was only because I was blowing out my breath so loudly that I hadn't heard her. Immediately I looked at my crotch and was relieved to see that my dick wasn't pointing straight up out of the opening in my boxers anymore. I finished the last of my sit-ups and rolled forward so that I was sitting upright with my arms wrapped around my knees.
I looked up at my sister and gave her a weak grin as I slowly got my breathing back to normal. That was when I noticed that she was breathing heavily in my doorway, as if she had also been working out. The smell of her wet pussy was overwhelming. I stayed where I was, curled up on the floor, knowing full well that if I stood up my dick would spring out to say "Howdy!"
"Hey," I finally said, turning to lean back against the side of my bed.
"Hey," she replied shakily.
Her eyes were all over my body, particularly on my shoulders and biceps as I sat there on the floor. I realized that she was trembling.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
She nodded and cleared her throat softly. "I was just hoping you would give me a hug before I went to bed," she murmured. Her lips curled up in a soft smile. "Maybe you'd like to kiss me again? I know I'd like that."
My dick was completely hard as I took in her sexy bare legs and her big, heaving breasts. Annette's nipples were once again teasing me through the Superman shirt, making my mouth water even more. I could feel the shaft of my erection throbbing against my left thigh. I swallowed again.
"That's probably a really bad idea right now," I said.
"Oh? Are you all sweaty after that exercise?" she asked.
"No," I replied, shaking my head.
She licked her lips and gulped audibly. "Oh," she whispered. "Not even a hug?"
I was incapable of clear, rational thought at that moment. My sister wanted a hug before bed, and that seemed perfectly reasonable. As soon as I stood, of course, my dick popped out in front of me. It bobbed around crazily before I could do anything about it, and Annette's eyes were glued to it. I tried to make light of the situation.
"Whoops!" I croaked, turning and struggling to tuck that rascal back into my boxers. "I really should have left my shorts on," I mumbled. I shook my head before looking at my sister's face. "I just didn't expect you."
She finally stepped into my room, walking over and opening her arms. "It's okay, Brian, don't worry about it," she murmured as I turned to hug her. "It's a compliment, really," she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck.
My "compliment" popped out of the front of my boxers again, throbbing between my sister's thighs just as I was putting my arms around her back. I hesitated to hug her until she pushed her body insistently against me. Then I did give her that hug. Annette was still trembling as I squeezed her body in my arms. Her lush body felt incredible as I held her there in my bedroom.
"God, you smell so good," I murmured.
I didn't mean to tickle her that time. My arms were wrapped completely around her, and it left my fingertips in contact with her sensitive sides. That first light touch made her flinch in my grasp and her eyes went wide. As soon as she started to struggle and giggle, I could not help myself. I tickled her lightly with my arms still wrapped around her back, and she was in no position to defend herself. Annette pulled her arms down from around my neck and pushed at my upper chest as she wriggled in my grasp.
"Oh, you cheater!" she accused playfully.
Normally she would have tried to pull away from me or duck to get out of my arms, so I was expecting her to try something like that. I was caught off-guard when she shoved me backward instead and I fell heavily onto my bed. I still held onto her, though, pulling her with me and tickling her mercilessly. She was on top of me and managed to grab my right wrist. I was still tickling her with my left hand as she pushed her torso up off of mine and tried to grab my left hand.
I was trying to jerk my right hand free of her grasp and we were both giggling as we battled there in my bed. Her body swayed crazily above me, which made her breasts do very distracting things inside the snug confines of that shirt. I'm pretty sure that was what took me so long to notice her pubic hair grinding against me just below my belly button.
Eventually I did notice, and I even managed to do it before my dick slipped into her this time. I quickly rotated my hands and seized both of her wrists, pulling her up my body. The moist heat of her crotch was obvious as it dragged up over my navel. Annette gasped as I spread her arms wide and her head lowered to within inches of mine.
Damn, she looked good. I really wanted to kiss her again, but reminded myself that this was my sister. My cock was completely hard and I could feel it sticking out of my boxers. It was pointed right at her bare bottom. I knew that I needed to bring our little tickling game to a close or it was going to get out of hand again.
"Truce?" I whispered, practically into her mouth.
She nodded and I released her wrists. Then my sister attacked my mouth with hers, driving her tongue right between my lips to find my resisting tongue. I spluttered in protest and she moaned in response. I felt her pubic mound sliding down my body and her hard nipples pressed into my chest as she stretched her body on top of mine.
Annette had a hungry look in her eyes and I knew this was what she had wanted when she came to my bedroom. She wanted to kiss me, and I could live with that. I simply wasn't prepared to fuck my sister. It was bad enough that I had let my cock slip into her that morning. I just knew it was something that would haunt me for the rest of my life.
I mean, come on, Annette would always be my sister. At every family gathering, at both of our weddings, and for the rest of our lives we would not be able to look at each other without remembering what had happened this morning. I could only imagine how much worse it would be if we actually had sex.
So I pushed her over onto her side and kissed her lightly on the lips before sliding out of the bed. Annette watched me questioningly and then sighed when she saw me pulling my shorts back up my legs. I looked over at her and saw the Superman t-shirt had ridden up her body. She was gloriously naked from the waist down and the sparse little hairs of her pubic mound did nothing to conceal the engorged lips of her pussy.
My sister was staring at my dick until my shorts covered it. Then she sighed again and it was clear from her expression that she was disappointed.
"Annette, I can't," I whispered.
She looked like she wanted to argue about it, but she managed to hold back. "Well, are you at least going to kiss me?" she asked softly.
When I nodded she seemed relieved.
In retrospect, I should have known better. Outside of our tickling game which I always won, my sister always got her way with me. She was relieved that I wasn't kicking her out of my room. When she noticed my gaze on her body, she smiled and lifted her left leg, sliding her foot up behind her right knee. I got an eyeful of her glistening pussy as it opened up invitingly.
I managed to tear my gaze away from that incredible sight and shook my head as I slid back into the bed beside her.
"You are so bad," I whispered.
"What?" she asked, feigning innocence.
Rather than answering her I leaned forward to gently kiss her on the lips. She leaned into me and kissed me back aggressively, once again working her tongue into my mouth. This time I didn't hold back and my tongue met hers in that marvelous dancing duel.
I felt her hand gently stroking my thigh but failed to notice how she was pushing the material of my shorts higher and higher. I groaned weakly into her mouth when her hand closed on the shaft of my dick and pulled it out of the leg opening. Her hand stroked me in time with her mouth sucking on my tongue.
I desperately tried to stop her, reaching down to grab her wrist. Annette quickly threw her raised leg over my hip. When I grabbed her wrist and pulled, her hand guided the head of my cock into the dripping valley between her pussy lips. As she struggled to hold on and I struggled to pull her hand off of me, my cock head thrashed up and down her horny slit. She finally pulled her mouth from mine when she lined up the tip of my cock with her wet opening.
"You promised not to tease me!" she hissed, releasing my shaft from her hand and pushing her hips toward me insistently.
I groaned as my cock once again sank into her soaking wet and unbelievably snug embrace.
"I did not promise that!" I croaked. "I said I would be more careful."
"Well, it's a little late for 'careful.' Half your dick is inside my horny pussy now," she countered. "If you pull it out without getting me off, that is definitely teasing."
Then she was pulling me over on top of her and spreading her legs. I made one last attempt even as my dick was sinking deeper inside her.
"We can't!" I gasped.
"Why not?" she demanded.
"Because you're my sister!" I groaned helplessly.
My dick didn't care. It was already savoring my sister's marvelously snug pussy as it buried itself inside her.
"So what?" she panted.
My eyes locked on hers. "So this won't be the end of it," I warned her. "Every time we're alone, I'm going to want to fuck my sister in her tight little pussy."
"Oh!" she gasped, and I felt her quivering around me.
I had to bite my lip so I wouldn't cry out, it felt so good. Then she pulled my body tightly to hers and wrapped her arms and legs around me. Her heels dug into my lower back, encouraging me to drive my dick in and out of her. Annette gasped and panted right into my ear as I fucked her. Her voice was breathy and high-pitched, turning me on even more.
"I can't wait to feel you come inside me," she moaned into my ear.
Once again, she got her way. It was all I could do to contain a scream when my balls emptied themselves into her tightly-clutching sheath. Annette did cry out, and I worried our dad would hear it. When I was strong enough to stand, I got up and closed the door.
My sister's eyes went wide when I got back between her legs and resumed fucking her. It had been a long time without sex for both of us, so we spent the next two hours making up for lost time.
* * *
We fell asleep in my bed and I woke up with my sister in my arms. I was spooned up behind her and my hard cock was pressed between the perfect cheeks of her sweet ass. She still wore the black t-shirt, but my left hand was up inside the shirt and it was full of her generous left breast. Annette moaned softly and pushed her soft bottom back against me.
I looked around the room a little wildly when I realized the sun was up. My bedroom door was still closed, so I hoped Dad hadn't looked in and seen us sleeping together. I knew from the clock that he had already left. I put the thought out of my mind and pushed my sister over onto her stomach so I could take her wonderful pussy from behind.
When she spluttered in protest, I realized that she had still been asleep. She had been pushing her hips back toward me as she slept. Once she was awake, she turned her head and gasped.
"Jeez, you weren't kidding," she panted. "It's a good thing for you I like getting fucked first thing in the morning."
"Mmm, it is a good thing," I agreed.
I bit her neck and drove my cock into her to the root, and we didn't have anything intelligible to say until after I filled her pussy with a fresh load of my cream. Then we both scrambled to get to the bathrooms. Once my balls had been emptied, my bladder demanded its own relief. My sister had sprinted into our parents' bathroom to relieve herself. I knew because I heard that bathroom door slam when she got there.
I hopped into the shower after I had peed, and Annette joined me a couple of minutes later. I soaped up her sexy backside and she smiled at me over her shoulder.
"There was so much cum in my pussy this morning," she murmured dreamily. "Thanks for that."
"You're welcome," I replied, leaning forward to kiss her.
My sister moaned into my mouth as my soapy hands reached around to fondle her breasts. My chest was pressed against her soapy back and her eyes widened when she felt my cock hardening between the sudsy cheeks of her ass. She broke off the kiss with a gasp.
"Already?" she asked in disbelief.
I nodded as the head of my throbbing dick found its way inside her. Annette gasped again and braced herself against the tub surround. I slid my hands down from her breasts to her hips so I could really pound her pussy in the shower. I looked down and watched my shaft as it slid in and out of her. It looked as incredible as it felt.
"Damn," I growled, "I love this. It feels like your pussy was made to take my cock. It's perfect."
"Oh, God," she moaned.
I felt her pussy muscles contracting around my invading dick and her body shook delightfully. I let my cock slide out of her and we rinsed the soap from our bodies. Annette licked her lips and looked a little nervous when she saw how hard I still was. She didn't object when I led her back to my bed to continue where we had left off in the shower. Lying on her back with her legs spread wide, she looked spectacular.
It was the first time I really got to see and play with my sister's impressive breasts. She smiled and encouraged me to suck her hard nipples while I fucked her. It felt like she came even harder when I did that. Because I had already come inside her once that morning I was able to keep in control and held off my own orgasm. I savored her sexy body and the continuous pleasure her snug pussy gave my hard cock. After she shook through a particularly intense orgasm, she panted and pushed me up off of her.
"I need a break!" she gasped.
"We should grab some breakfast," I said, nodding in agreement. "Would you like me to make you some eggs and pancakes?"
"That sounds great," she managed to say between ragged breaths. I think she was still coming.
We shared a long groan as I pulled my drenched cock out of her tight grip. Annette lay there and breathed heavily, watching me as I put on a shirt and boxers.
"I'd hate to scald myself," I explained.
She joined me in the kitchen several minutes later. She hugged me from behind as I stood at the stove. Afterwards, I flipped the pancakes over and then divided the scrambled eggs onto two plates. It took me a moment to realize she was wearing the other Superman t-shirt.
"Hey, I thought that was my shirt," I groused.
"Oh, don't worry," she assured me. "I'll let you peel it off me later."
I nodded, looking forward to it. However, I was concerned that my dick would poke out of the front of my boxers again and didn't want it to get burned. I turned back to the stove quickly and focused on the pancakes until they were done.
After we had eaten, I pulled my sister into my lap and tickled her. She squealed and wiggled until my hard dick popped up and found its way inside her once again. Then she panted as I guided her up and down in my lap. Her eyes were wild when she looked over her shoulder at me.
"Good God, are you always hard?" she asked.
"Not really," I replied. "I was content with breakfast until I realized you weren't wearing panties. Then I had to have some more of this."
I emphasized the word "this" by driving my dick into her forcefully. She uttered something incomprehensible and I felt her juices flowing down my shaft.
Less than an hour later, I bent her over the armrest of the couch and took her again. That time I flooded her pussy with cum. Afterwards I picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. I fucked her in the shower again, of course. She was just too irresistible not to. My cock pushed all of that fresh sperm out of her pussy in the shower, and I carefully cleaned her puffy mound with a soft washcloth afterwards.
Annette figured out why when I ate her out on her bed after we had dried off.
"Jesus, you're insatiable!" she gasped.
I took my mouth off of her tasty snatch just long enough to grunt, "I warned you." Then I dove right back in to devour her with my lips and tongue.
I know we did something other than have sex that morning and afternoon. I just can't remember what it was. We were in my bed with the last of my cum filling her ravaged, puffy pussy when I heard Dad pull up. We were both drenched with sweat after the vigorous fuck-fest we had enjoyed. Annette weakly pushed at my shoulders until I rolled off of her.
"I need a shower," she panted desperately.
Once again I admired her sexy ass and felt my cock twitch when I saw my semen trickling down the inside of her right thigh. When I heard Dad came in the front door, I got up and pulled on my sweaty jogging shorts and t-shirt. I met him in the dining room.
"Where's your sister?" he asked.
"In the shower," I replied. I was surprised how easy it was to keep my tone casual. "We went for a long walk, but it was really hot out there."
"Tell me about it," he grunted, pulling off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. "I need a shower too. You don't mind, do you?"
"Of course not," I replied. "I was waiting for Annette to finish. It never occurred to me to use your bathroom."
When I heard my dad start his shower, I sauntered into the bathroom I shared with my sister. She looked alarmed when she saw me, so I held up my hands to reassure her.
"Dad just hopped into his shower," I said softly. "I told him we went for a long walk and that's why we were all sweaty."
"Good thinking," she replied, grabbing a towel.
I stripped and got into the shower as she dried herself. By the time I emerged from the shower she was gone.
After I was dressed, I snuck up behind her and tickled her again in the kitchen. She had been talking to our dad, but he just laughed when she squealed in protest and squirmed away from me. I chased her into the living room and caught her after we circled the couch a few times. She probably didn't mean to, but she pushed her bottom back against my crotch when I tickled her again.
It was easy to slide that thong aside and slip my dick into her. Dad never suspected a thing as she shrieked in protest and I fucked her in the living room. Eventually she pulled free again.
"I can't believe you did that!" she panted, backing away from me warily. It was obvious it had turned her on, though.
I refrained from fucking her again until after our dad went to bed. Then we were back in her bed. That time I was on my back and she rode me hard until finally collapsing onto my chest. It took her several minutes to catch her breath.
"I was so turned on all evening," she finally panted. "It felt like Dad was never going to go to sleep."
We were both pretty wiped out after that, so I kissed her and returned to my own bed. I was glad I did. The next morning, Dad tapped on my door and came into my room.
"Hey, sorry to bother you," he said quietly. "Would you mind giving me a hand? I need to load a bunch of boxes from the garage into the minivan."
"Sure thing, Dad," I replied.
It only took us a few minutes, and then he was on his way. Three minutes later, I was once again fucking my sister in her bed.
We did some laundry, but otherwise it was a repeat of the previous day. I learned that my sister was a skilled and enthusiastic cock sucker. She learned that she loved the taste of my cum. We spent a fantastic day together, and were completely satiated well before Dad got home from his camp in the afternoon. I was sitting on the couch, watching television with the volume turned down low so it wouldn't wake Annette. She was sound asleep with her head in my lap.
Dad smiled at us affectionately. I was unaware that I had been gently stroking my sister's hair until I followed his gaze.
"I'm going to take a shower," he whispered.
Dad narrowly missed seeing my sister mumble in her sleep before mouthing the head of my cock through my shorts. I shook my head, making sure he was out of sight before pulling my shorts out of her way. Annette moaned happily as she took my dick back into her mouth. The added thrill of potentially getting caught quickly pushed me over the edge. I bit my lip and moaned in my throat as my sister drank my sperm once again. She moaned too, but I was astonished to realize she had sucked me off and swallowed my cum without waking up.
I woke her afterwards, letting her know that Dad was home. We went to her room, ostensibly because she was still sleepy. However, she woke up quickly when I lapped her through two quick orgasms on her bed. I had to retreat to our bathroom to wash the evidence from my face. She had really soaked me with her juices when I got her off.
* * *
We went out for dinner again that evening. Rather than getting all dressed up, we went out for the buffet at Golden Corral. That's always dangerous. Every time we eat somewhere that has a buffet I overstuff myself and feel like I need to be wheeled out to the car afterwards. As a result, I was still in a "food coma" when Dad asked if I wanted to go with him to the airport.
Mom practically tackled me there in the baggage claim. I staggered when she leapt into my arms and wrapped her arms and legs around me. She kissed me feverishly and wept openly. Dad sheepishly explained to the people standing around us and staring that I had just returned from two years in Afghanistan, and they all nodded and smiled when they understood what they were seeing. When my mom finally slipped her body down to the floor and wiped away her tears, several other people stepped up to shake my hand and thank me for my service.
I was simultaneously embarrassed and proud.
In the minivan on the way home, Annette sat in the front with our dad. Mom sat in the back with me, leaning her head on my shoulder and squeezing me in her arms. After two days of nearly non-stop sex with my sister, my dick responded to all this renewed female attention. I was completely hard when Mom squeezed my thigh.
"Wow, you've really packed on some muscle since you left," she murmured.
She pulled my head down and kissed me on the lips hungrily. It was disconcerting, because my mom had never kissed me like that before. I was grateful for the darkness in the back seat. Otherwise I know everyone would have seen my throbbing erection and I would have been hard-pressed to explain my arousal. As it was, I murmured "Sorry" when my mother's hand brushed across my lap and she sucked in a breath.
I grabbed my mother's suitcase and carried it in when we got to the house, holding it in front of me just to have something to hide my boner. Only my dad failed to notice. I went to the bathroom after dropping Mom's suitcase in my parents' bedroom and carefully tucked my dick down the leg of my shorts. I took an appreciative sniff when I came out of the bathroom. Dad had made fresh coffee.
The four of us sat around the dining room table and shared coffee and talked. It was already fairly late, but we stayed up talking for two more hours. We laughed a lot over those two hours. My dad is fucking hilarious when he's "on" like that. It always feels like I'm struggling to keep up with his quick wit, but it's fun to make the effort. What surprised me was that my mom and sister laughed just as hard at my jokes and comments as they did at Dad's. He seemed particularly amused with me that night as well.
One by one we grew too tired to stay up and went to bed. Dad was the first to call it a night, and Annette was not far behind him. We all hugged Dad when he turned in, and Annette kissed me on the lips before she headed to bed. Mom noticed but didn't say anything. I sat down after hugging and kissing my sister, and Mom stood and watched her go after they had shared a long hug.
When we heard Annette's bedroom door close, Mom straddled my legs and wrapped her arms around me again. There were tears in her eyes but a huge smile on her face as she looked into my eyes and shook her head.
"I'm so happy you're home, Brian," she murmured huskily. She leaned in and kissed my lips softly before pulling her head back. "I'm sorry," she muttered, wiping her eyes. "I still can't believe you're here. I have missed you so much."
I was shocked and did not know how to respond when she practically attacked my mouth with hers, pressing her body against mine. My dick responded eagerly, but that didn't feel appropriate at all. It felt uncomfortably like my mother was making out with me in the dining room. She finally broke off that kiss and chuckled when I gasped out loud.
"I'm sorry, baby," she whispered, running her hand down the side of my face. "I guess that was a little inappropriate." She kissed me again before sliding off of me and standing up. I saw her eyes light up briefly when she glanced down at my lap.
I stood up and gave her what felt like a more respectable hug. After holding her for a couple of minutes, I released her and gave her a grin.
"I love you, Mom," I murmured.
"Oh, I love you too!" she gasped, kissing me again.
After that kiss, we headed in opposite directions. I glanced at Annette's closed bedroom door as I opened mine. After a second's thought, I figured if she was still awake and horny she would come to my room. I was awfully sleepy and thought she might be too. I yawned and reached over to turn off the hall light, then stepped carefully through the darkness to my bed. I stripped off my clothes and tossed them in the direction of my laundry hamper before sliding under my sheets.
I was almost asleep minutes later when I heard a soft tap on my door. I heard the door open and she whispered, "Brian? Are you awake?" I grinned and opened my eyes, but I could barely make her out in the darkness.
"Yeah," I replied. "Come on in."
I pulled the covers up so she could slide into the bed with me. I felt her hand tentatively touch my shoulder and then she slid beneath my covers. When her body snuggled up against me, she let out a gasp.
"You're naked!" she hissed.
It took me a moment to figure it out. At first, I thought Annette was making a joke. Then I realized it was MY MOM in bed with me.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I was half asleep and didn't even think about it. I guess I should get dressed."
Her voice shook when she whispered, "I-it's okay. I...I slept on the plane earlier. Your father was already sound asleep and I was wide awake."
Her hand slid down my side, lightly stroking my hip. I could tell her legs were bare, but couldn't figure out in the darkness what she was wearing. I felt soft cloth when I reached out to touch her side. She leaned into me and her lips found mine in the darkness. They felt soft as they molded themselves to mine and she slowly kissed me. Mom moaned softly when she felt my erection poking against her.
She raised her leg over my hip and pressed her body against mine. Only her flimsy panties kept my throbbing cock from sliding right into her as she humped against me in my bed. I could feel the moist heat emanating from her and knew she was every bit as turned on as I was. Her hard nipples pressed against my chest just reinforced that awareness. She finally broke off the kiss with a low moan.
"Damn," she whispered. Her fingers lightly wrapped around my throbbing shaft and she shivered as she released me.
"I'm sorry, baby, I shouldn't have done that," she murmured right into my mouth.
I felt her body trembling as she disengaged from me and slid out of my bed. She bent over and gave me a more appropriate peck on the lips. "Sweet dreams, Brian," she whispered, and then she was gone.
Thank God I was already exhausted. I would have been awake for hours thinking about that sweaty encounter with my mom if I hadn't been so tired. Instead I fell asleep right away. I was still hard when I woke up, though.
* * *
I stumbled out of my bed and into the bathroom early the next morning. I really had to pee, but my throbbing morning wood made that difficult. While I stood in front of the toilet and waited for my erection to subside, I heard my dad leaving for work. I realized that I had probably heard him leaving and that was what woke me. A grin spread over my face as I contemplated fucking my sister again, but that didn't help my situation.
Eventually I managed to relieve my bladder, but I was immediately hard again. When I headed back to my bedroom, I saw that Annette's bedroom door was closed and I heard humming from the kitchen. I was still only half-awake and didn't think it through. Somehow I had blocked out the episode from last night, when my mother had come to my bed. In fact, I didn't think about her being home at all. I was still completely naked when I crept out to the kitchen.
In retrospect, it is obvious that it was my mother who was bent over with her head in the refrigerator. She's a little shorter than Annette, with light brown hair. Her hips are narrower, and her breasts are smaller. In short, they look nothing alike. There was no way I should have thought I was sneaking up behind my sister.
It was the thong that threw me. I saw this shapely bottom pointed toward me as I snuck up behind her, and my eyes locked on those inviting pussy lips with the thin string of the thong splitting them apart.
She gasped when I pulled her thong to the side and slid my horny dick deep into her hot, welcoming depths. I was shocked when my mother whipped her head around and stared at me. Her expression was one of complete surprise. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open and panting. I had just enough presence of mind not to say "Whoops!" or "I didn't know it was you!" Both of those responses would have revealed I had been fucking my sister.
"Oh, God, I couldn't resist," I groaned instead, burying my shaft inside my mother's sweet pussy to the root.
"Oh, Brian!" she gasped.
She hunched her hips back toward me twice, driving my hard cock in and out of her drenched folds. Then she abruptly stood up and closed the refrigerator. I started to murmur an apology as my cock slid out of her, but she shushed me quickly and grabbed my arm.
"Your sister will hear us," she hissed as she pulled me after her.
I did not know what to think as she dragged me into her room and carefully closed the door. I could only blink as I watched her slide her thong panties down her legs. She kicked them aside and stood back up, taking my hands and pulling me toward her bed. When she lay back and spread her legs, I could not believe my eyes. Mom's pussy was waxed baby-smooth and glistened wetly in front of me. There were tears in her eyes when I slid into the bed between her legs.
"Oh, baby, I've been dreaming about this for a year," she cooed as my hard cock slid back inside her. "I'm so glad you feel the same way."
It felt like I was in a dream as I fucked my mother in her bed. In the pale morning light I finally got to see the skimpy nightgown she had worn to my bed the night before. That soft fabric clung to her gently swaying breasts as I drove in and out of her. She saw my gaze and pulled it open, encouraging me to suck her hard nipples.
"Oh, fuck!" she panted as she came hard.
My mind was still reeling, struggling to catch up to what was happening. I still wasn't sure I should be doing this. However, my horny dick was thrilled to find itself inside my mother's eager pussy. As I sucked her nipples, I recalled dozens of times I had caught myself staring at them over the years. I guess I had always wanted this, on some level. I released her nipple with a soft slurp.
"I'm getting close," I panted. "Do you want me to come inside you?"
"Yes!" she cried.
The look on her face was incredible. Clearly she was coming hard as she felt my cock swelling and erupting deep inside her. It felt fantastic to come inside my mother, almost like her horny pussy was actively sucking my dick. When I finally shuddered and finished coming inside her, she pushed me off of her. I rolled onto my back and she surprised me again as she feverishly dove between my legs and her mouth latched onto my spent cock.
Mom sucked and slurped loudly. She was delighted when my cock hardened in her mouth. Her eyes locked on mine as she worked her mouth up and down on me. When I was completely hard, she released me and slid up my body.
"Oh, baby," she murmured as she reached down to guide my cock back into her hungry pussy. "This is even better than I dreamed."
She looked absolutely amazing as she rode me. I felt a pang of guilt when my sperm ran down out of her to pool on the bed beneath me. It didn't make me go soft, but it did keep me from coming inside her again. I could easily tell each time she came on my dick. After her third spectacular orgasm, she slumped forward onto my chest, panting as she kissed my mouth again.
When we caught our breath, she kissed me once more and rolled off of me. I could not help but growl as I looked over her sexy body. She smiled at my obvious, hungry look. Mom reached over and lightly touched my cheek. She sighed happily.
"It's like a dream come true," she murmured.
I pulled a face as I felt the wet puddle beneath my butt. It felt like I was stuck to the sheets and that was a little nasty. I squirmed to the side and looked down at the wet patch on the sheets.
"I'm afraid we left a mess," I said.
Mom chuckled at my expression. Then she moaned as she ran her fingers through that puddle. It was obviously "mostly me" in that mess. I shuddered when she put her cum-coated fingers into her mouth and savored the taste.
My mother's voice was a dreamy moan when she said, "We should probably throw these sheets into the wash before your sister gets up."
We got to our feet on either side of the bed and started untucking the sheets. I felt a pang of guilt when I looked at my mother's naked body there in her bedroom. It wasn't because I had sex with my mom—obviously she had wanted it to happen. No, I felt guilty for fucking my dad's wife. I really love my father and he hadn't done anything to deserve the two of us sneaking around behind his back like this. It was worse to me that we had done it in his bed. Mom saw my troubled expression and cocked her head.
"What's wrong?" she asked softly.
"I feel bad for doing this to Dad," I replied.
She smiled and came around the bed to hug me tightly to her. "Don't worry about that," she murmured, kissing me hotly on my mouth again. "Your father knows how I feel about you. It's not like I let some stranger fuck me in our bed."
"Oh," I said. I couldn't think of anything else to say.
I wound up carrying the rumpled bed linens out to wash them, while Mom showered. After starting the washer, I stumbled to my bedroom in a daze. It was tough to accept what she had told me, but I had no reason to think my mother had lied to me. Dad knew how she felt about me? He knew she had wanted to have sex with her own son, and he was alright with that?
I lay in my bed and shook my head, but only for a minute. I realized my nuts and my butt were still slick with our combined juices and I made my way back into my shower. Because Mom was in her shower and the washer was running, the water pressure kept surging as I showered. Twice it got uncomfortably hot and I stepped back out of the spray.
I finished showering quickly and got out to dry off. I turned when I heard the bathroom door open and saw my sister glowering at me from the doorway.
"What's wrong?" I murmured, continuing to towel my body dry.
"Are you coming in to fuck me?" she asked bluntly. "I've been lying awake waiting for you for half an hour."
"Sure," I replied, hanging up my towel.
She slid past me and gave me a quick, smoldering kiss. "I'll join you in your room," she whispered. "Give me five minutes."
"Mom's awake," I reminded her.
"Oh, right," she muttered, making her way over to the toilet.
I closed the door to give her privacy and walked into my bedroom. After pacing back and forth for a minute, I sat on the bed. It didn't make sense for me to get dressed, and I wasn't sure what to do while I waited. My dick was completely hard despite the intense sexual experience I had just enjoyed with Mom. I lay back and lightly stroked my throbbing boner, imagining how it was going to feel to feel my sister's tight, wet pussy wrapped around it.
Annette took too long, and my imagination started to go places I didn't really want it to. I imagined our mother barging into my room and catching us in the act. She probably wouldn't appreciate that. It would cheapen what we had shared just fifteen minutes earlier. The more I thought about it, the more I thought this would turn out badly. I let my dick slip from my fingers and got up out of my bed. Sure enough, I heard my mother tapping lightly on my bedroom door just as I was pulling on a pair of my new cargo shorts.
"Brian? May I come in?" she asked softly.
"Just a second," I replied, loudly enough that I hoped Annette would hear me.
I opened my door before putting on a shirt. Mom sighed and looked at my naked chest and torso until I pulled my t-shirt over my head and smoothed it over my body. Over my mother's shoulder, I saw my sister emerge from our bathroom. She stopped abruptly when she saw Mom standing in the doorway to my bedroom. After blowing out an annoyed breath she smiled thinly and walked past us to her bedroom.
Mom had turned when she heard Annette, and she turned back to face me when my sister closed her bedroom door behind her. Then Mom stepped into my room and quietly closed the door. She licked her lips a little nervously as she turned around and looked me over once again.
"About earlier..." she murmured.
"Don't get me wrong—it really turned me on—but you can't just sneak up and take me like that while your sister is home," she said. She shuddered as she said it, letting me know it really did turn her on even just thinking about it now.
I nodded. "Okay, Mom, I'll be careful," I replied.
I stepped forward to hug her, but when she stood on her tiptoes and opened her mouth, I had to drive my tongue in to take her soft mouth with mine. I loved the way she moaned helplessly while I kissed her and reached down to squeeze her firm ass cheeks. She was dressed in one of her business suits—a blouse beneath a light jacket with matching skirt—and I could feel her skimpy thong with my thumbs.
I broke off the kiss and growled, "Are you planning on going somewhere soon?"
She shook her head. "Not for another hour, at least," she replied breathlessly. "Why?"
I grinned at her and took the two steps over to lock my bedroom door. Her eyes were wide when I dropped my shorts and my hard-on sprung free.
"Oh, Brian!" she gasped as I turned her and bent her over my bed.
I flipped her skirt up onto her back and pulled her thong to the side, taking her from behind forcefully. She moaned and buried her face in my sheets. As I watched my dick sliding in and out of her pussy and watched her ass jiggle each time my full length was buried inside her, I realized this was something I had fantasized about doing for a long time. Not necessarily with my mother, but it was probably seeing her in these sorts of outfits that had planted the idea in my brain.
Annette knocked on my door and tried the doorknob, which made my mother pull her face from my bed to stare at me in alarm. Her face was red and she struggled feebly. My hands had a firm grip on her hips and I kept right on fucking her.
"What is it, Annette?" I said, driving my dick into my mother to the root. "Mom and I were having a private conversation in here."
"Oh," she replied through the door. "Um...I guess it will wait, then. Can you come in to my room so we can talk when you guys are finished?"
"Sounds good," I replied. I grinned at my mother's desperate expression. "Now, Mom, as I was saying..." I said, pounding my throbbing length into her again.
Mom's legs shook as she came hard on my thrusting cock. She was looking right into my eyes and it almost pushed me over the edge. I licked my lips and held my full length inside her until she finished coming. We heard Annette walk back to her bedroom and close her door.
"You're so bad!" Mom hissed.
"At least I was careful," I replied. "Can you imagine if I hadn't locked the door?"
Her pussy squeezed down on my cock and she let out a gasp. I glanced down and noticed her stockings. That was what made me stop. I could picture my hot cum running out of her and ruining her stockings, and I didn't really want to do that. It could cost her a client. So I reluctantly pulled my dick out of her marvelous wet pussy and knelt to lick up her juices. She came again before I got her thoroughly cleaned.
I stood and held her so I could kiss her again. She kissed me back a little desperately, with a wild look in her eyes. It made me feel extremely powerful to have my mother in such a state. My voice was completely calm when I broke off our kiss.
"Mom, you are a little flushed right now," I said softly. "I wanted to make sure you had a chance to calm down before I talk to Annette. Maybe you'd like to go to your bathroom and brush your hair? It looks a little wild. I like it, but it's not how you normally have it when you have a business meeting."
I got all that out as I put my boxers and shorts back on. When Mom finally opened my bedroom door, she had her breathing back to normal and her face wasn't quite so red. I smiled at her retreating back as she hurried down the hall toward her room. I raised my voice as if I was speaking for Mom's benefit when I stepped into Annette's room and closed her door behind me.
"So, Annette, what did you want to talk about?" I said.
I smiled at my sister as I locked the door. Unlike with Mom, I did not feel the need to hold back with her. She moaned around my tongue as I pounded her sweet pussy there in her bed. I came hard inside her and kept right on going. Because we'd had so much sex over the past two days, I had the foresight to put my boxers onto the bed beneath my sister's bottom before we started. By the time we were finished, they were soaked with our combined juices.
It had definitely been a "quickie" this time. As I slid my cargo shorts back up my legs, I realized it was the third time in less than a half hour I had put them on. I chuckled and shook my head.
"What's so funny?" Annette asked.
She was still lying on her back in the bed. Her fingers were languidly playing with her cum-filled pussy. She always enjoyed doing that after I had come inside her.
"I was just thinking that Mom is dressed to go to work," I replied. "I'll bet she will be leaving in an hour or so. We should have waited until she was gone, but I was just too horny to wait."
We both chuckled quietly while I buttoned and zipped up my shorts. Then I thought about it and realized it wasn't really that funny. If I wasn't a lot more careful, we would get caught and I couldn't imagine that would be good. I bent to give my sister a quick kiss.
"Good talk, sis," I murmured jokingly.
"Mmm," she agreed. "We'll have to continue that conversation after Mom's gone."
I nodded and unlocked the door. When I looked back at my sexy sister, watching her slurp my cum from her fingers, I realized that I needed to tell her the truth. She might be upset, but I owed it to her to be honest. I figured once Annette and I had worked through it I could worry about what to tell Mom.
Then I opened the door and my mother was standing right there. I felt the blood drain from my face.
Whoops! I thought.
My mouth opened and closed repeatedly, but I had no clue what to say. Mom had a disgusted look on her face as she pushed past me into the room. Annette's eyes went wide when she saw Mom standing over her bed, and her hand froze between her thighs.
"Dammit, Annette!" Mom hissed. "You've had him all to yourself for two whole days! You could at least have let me have that load in my pussy. You're so selfish!"
You could have knocked me over with a feather, I was so shocked.
Annette resumed playing with her pussy, and her voice was surprisingly calm. "Don't worry about it, Mom," she murmured. "Brian can come six or seven times a day, easily. He's just amazing. If you really want him to, I'm sure he can fill you up with a nice, hot load before you go."
Mom licked her lips and looked at my crotch before bringing her gaze up to my face. "Really?" she asked.
"Um...yeah, I guess," I stammered. Then I looked from my sister back to my mother. "I just have to ask, though: How did you know Annette and I were having sex?"
"Oh, I called and told her," Annette replied easily, "right after that first time you accidentally slipped your dick into me. She was so excited to hear it. We knew then that we were finally going to get you to fuck us both."
It felt like the room was spinning. My knees buckled and I clutched the edge of the dresser for support. Mom looked alarmed as she stepped forward and caught me. Of course, I was far too heavy for her to carry me. Still, she was gentle as she assisted me to my bed. Then she gently undressed me before taking off her own clothes.
"Are you okay, baby?" she murmured as she slid over my hips and impaled herself on my renewed erection.
I just nodded as I accepted my new reality. Mom rode me sensuously until she had come twice. Then she leaned down to kiss me before sliding off of me. Annette was immediately on my bed, kneeling between my legs to suck my cock while our mother got her phone. She called and rescheduled her appointment for another day. My sister vigorously sucked me until I was on the brink of another orgasm before pulling her mouth off of me abruptly.
"He's really close," she announced.
"I have to go now," my mother said into her phone. "I'll call you later after you've had a chance to look at your schedule. Thanks again!"
Then she practically leapt onto me to get her fill. She rode me hard and cried out loud when I erupted inside her hungry pussy. The way my mother's body shook on top of me, her own orgasm was clear to see. When she finally finished coming she rolled off of me. Like my sister, she enjoyed running two fingers into her freshly-fucked and cum-filled pussy.
I looked back and forth from that amazing sight to my sister's mouth loudly slurping on my sloppy dick. My eyes rolled back in my head when she took me down her throat. When my glistening length slid from her lips, she gave my sensitive tip a light smooch. I was once again completely hard, and my dick throbbed in Annette's hand.
"See?" she said, turning to our mother. "I told you. He's amazing."
* * *
By the time Dad came home that afternoon, it was almost anticlimactic when he walked in to see Mom once again riding me in my bed. He just had a big grin on his face.
"It's so good to have you back, Brian," he said. "I thought these two were going to kill me before you got home."
"Oh, Daddy!" Annette pouted, going to her knees and unbuckling his belt. "I thought you liked this."
She fished out his cock and started sucking it.
"Oh, I do, baby girl," he moaned, putting his hand on the back of her head. "I really do."
We didn't wind up going anywhere for a family vacation that summer. We had already found "just the thing" to do right there in the privacy of our own home.