My Sister's Special Request

Everyone is over 18 at every point mentioned in this story. It's a fantasy word folks - hope you enjoy it!

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"Scott wants me to cheat on him."

"What? That's nuts -- why would he think you're cheating on him?"

"I didn't say he thinks I am, I said he wants me to. He's practically demanding it."

"Um, wow, that's -- I don't know what to say. I'm so sorry Debbie. What are you going to do? Counseling?"

"Have you ever known anyone who was really helped by counseling?"

"No. So's this the end?"

"I don't want it to be -- he's my husband, and I love him! I just -- I don't know."

"Sheesh Deb. Wow. I -- wow."

"I just needed to tell someone I trust. I don't know how this is going to -- what's going to happen."

"Are you -- are you considering it?"

"Maybe. No. Fuck, I don't know. He really wants this, bad."

"Why? That's so weird."

"He says he was watching some show, and they used a word he'd never heard, so he looked it up. Then he turned off safe search, and now he swears it's the sexiest damn idea he's ever heard of. He keeps saying 'do it for him.' He says it's about being married to a woman so sexy she can have whoever she wants, an adventurous -- well, he says slut like it's a good thing. A very good thing."

"And how do you feel about all this?"

"I don't know. It's good to be able to talk it through. Thanks for letting me vent, even about sex."

"Well, I have heard of this, but I never knew for sure if it was real. And you're my sister, if you need to talk I'm here for you."

"Thanks Jason. So, have you played any golf yet, it's been nice and warm for a while now." She changed the subject, and I was relieved. I wanted to be there for her, I wanted to help, but holy hell was it awkward! Didn't she have a girlfriend she could talk to about it?

When the coffee was done Deb got up to leave. I walked her to the door. She gave me a big hug and said "thanks for everything -- it feels better having talked about it. Love you Jason."

"Love you too Debbie."

I closed the door, and stood there wondering if my sister was going to have an affair -- because her husband insisted! She'd never been a prude or anything, but this was pretty crazy. I needed to clear my head, so ten minutes later I was wheeling the bike out of the garage and heading for a good, twisty back road. It did me a lot of good.

I had just about forgotten that crazy conversation when Debbie called one evening. A few weeks had passed. Soon she was at my door.

"He's serious. He's obsessed, actually."

"Oh" I said. 'This again?' I thought.

"Can I have a beer?"

"Sure, I'll join you."

I grabbed a couple of Fat Tire beers and opened them. We sat down on the couch, and Deb took a long swig.

"Jason, I'm starting to consider it."

"Wow! I mean, okay. Tell me more." I had to force those last words out. She clearly needed to talk.

"Thanks Jason. God I love you. I really need to talk this through. He won't let it go -- he's been impossible to live with. He found some group on line, and he swears it will bring us even closer together, and I don't know about that but I'm sure he's completely convinced. I'm -- I'm thinking about it."

"I understand." 'Liar!'

"He says it's a gift he wants to give me, for me to have more pleasure, and it's about trust. He says if I do this he'll know I trust him, and he'll be showing how much he trusts me. He says he wants to watch me get dressed up, then wait until whenever I come home."

"And you can't just go out, mess up your hair and come back."

"No, that won't work. He -- he wants to see evidence."

"Well, you could throw away your --"

"He wants to see some very personal evidence."

"Um..."

"In my pussy."

I sat there and blinked a few times. I wanted to be there for Deb, but holy shit was this getting weird. Debbie finished her beer.

"Deb, I --"

"Jason, I want you to have me."

"WHAT!? Debbie!"

"Just listen, listen okay? He wants this, I know he's not going to give up, and I don't want this to ruin my marriage."

I chuckled at that before I could stop myself.

"Shut up. I'm not going to hang out in bars, I'm not joining some web site, I don't want to get a reputation, he doesn't want to watch, he just wants to wait for me to come home, and I love you and I trust you so please just do this for me?"

"Do this for you? You mean -- Debbie, I just can't!"

Holy shit, her lip trembled. Oh fuck.

"You won't help me? Jason, I don't want to lose my husband, everything is consensual, and -- and I know you used to peek at me in the shower. Aren't I sexy any more?"

Fuck fuck fuck. I never knew she knew about that. I stared at my sister. She stared back through damp eyelashes.

"Is that it? I'm not sexy? I don't turn you on? Maybe that's why Scott needs this. I'm not enough for him just on my own."

She caught her breath a few times, like she was starting to sob. I put down my untouched beer and pulled her to me in a hug. Hopefully a very brotherly hug. She wrapped her arms around me and just held still. I tried to think. I wasn't going well -- my mind was racing. My sister actually wanted me to have sex with her! And she knew about the peeking when we were in High School!

After a few insane minutes she said "just tell me you won't push me away Jase. Please?" Her voice was thick with impending tears.

"Of course not! You're my sister!" She smiled, and gave me a peck on the lips.

Here's where it all went sideways. I should have turned my head, I should have -- well, I should have done absolutely anything but let her kiss me on the lips. But she was quick, and I was worried about her feelings. When she realized I wasn't going to reject her kiss, she took advantage of the situation. Her tongue slipped between my lips. But what shocked me even more was her hand; she grabbed mine and pressed it to her tit. I felt her nipple harden under my palm before I could pull away!

I leaned back. My head was spinning. Debbie was staring at me, her chest heaving. Then she swept her arms up, taking off her top! I realized I hadn't felt a bra as her gorgeous chest sprang into view. I couldn't help but stare. Who knows what I'd have done if I'd had as much beer as she had!

"Are they sexy?" she asked, pressing her breasts together to show off their luscious size.

"I -- uh, holy shit Deb, I --"

"Come on, did you peek just because you were curious, or because you wanted more than you saw when I was in a bikini?"

Holy fuck, she was reading my mind.

"Want to know something?"

"Uh, what?" I was still staring at her breasts. I couldn't help it. They looked even better than they had in the shower all those years ago.

"I liked it. I loved knowing you wanted to see me naked. I kept wishing you'd do more." She put her hand behind my head and pulled me toward her breast. The pressure broke the spell that locked my eyes on my sister's nipples.

"Deb, I love you to death -- but I can't do this! You're my sister! You're hot as fuck but you're my sister!" Oops.

"Hot as fuck? Wow!" She beamed, and suddenly yanked down her yoga pants. My eyes followed her motion and I saw her mound.

"Do you like it? I shaved it for you. No one else has seen it like this." She pushed her pants down farther.

"Deb, I -- this is crazy!" I said, backing up along the couch.

"Come on Jason, I need your help. And I don't have to ask if you think I'm sexy. Not any more."

I wondered what she meant for a split second. She reached out and rubbed my boner. Holy fuck, I had a raging boner. Shaved women always do that to me, but I'd have thought my sister would have been the exception. Apparently I was wrong. But this was wrong.

"Look sis, I love you, but -- I can't do this."

"Please? You promised you'd help me! You're not going to reject me are you?"

Fuck, had I said that? It was hard to think with that shaved vagina on display right in front of me. She knew it, too. She ran a finger between those shaved lips, teasing me. It was working. I had to do something. I stood up -- which was not comfortable in my suddenly tight jeans by the way -- and backed away, saying "I love you sis, you're gorgeous, but I -- I need time to think, okay?"

Her trembling lip had been replaced by a determined gleam in her eye. I should have realized how much trouble I was in.

"I suppose I can understand that" she said with a little smirk. She kept her legs spread, and her finger hadn't stopped moving. Her eyes hadn't left my zipper either.

"Thanks. I want to help, but I can't help this way."

"Sure, no sweat." She sounded casual and relaxed all of a sudden. She smiled, and pulled her pants back up. "Can you get me my top?" I looked around my living room. She must have thrown it when she pulled it off. It was draped over the arm of the recliner. I got it for her and handed it to her.

"You don't have to stay two arms' lengths away, I'm not going to jump you" she said with a grin.

"I'm not so sure."

"Stop it. You said you needed some time, that's perfectly reasonable." She pulled top on, found the remote, and turned on the TV. She patted the couch next to her. I sat down. It took a bit of time before relaxed. She hung out for a while. When it was time to go, I got a sisterly hug and a peck on the cheek. She didn't say a word about exposing herself.

I had trouble getting to sleep that night. An allergy pill did the trick, after an hour or two of tossing and turning.

I was groggy all the next day. Thank God for coffee. I stumbled through somehow, and was dozing on the couch after dinner when my phone buzzed. It was a text message from an unfamiliar number. I opened it, and there was a picture of a woman's breast, with a hickey just outside the areola!

I was starting to type "who is this?" when some text came through.

"He loved the hickey you gave me. He's so happy, and so am I! This is going to be incredible!"

"You have the wrong number. Really hot though!" I sent.

A few seconds later, another photo came through. This one was a woman's fingertips and pussy. Her red fingernails were shining as she held herself open for the camera.

"And now I'm really glad you have the wrong number hot stuff!" I hit send, and then my hands started shaking. I realized what was happening.

"He's so glad you're turned on, and so am I!" Wink emoji. "He loves not having the slightest idea who you are! I haven't seen him this happy in months, and I'm even happier!"

"You've got to stop this."

"You've got to get inside me."

"No."

"He can't wait to see you dripping out of me. I can't wait to feel you put it in. He's promised he'll never ask who you are, its perfect!"

"No."

"Hang on he wants to say something" came the next text.

"Please fuck my wife. What do you mean no? do it. We both want you to. What's wrong with you?"

I tried to think of something to say. Finally I typed "she's married." There was no response for a long time, then another photo came through. It was my sister, full length, fully nude, in a running shower. Her hands were up in her hair, her breasts looked magnificent, and her legs were spread. She was staring into the camera, biting her lip. I moaned when I spotted a pair of white sneakers by the shower door, with a pair of feminine looking socks tossed in front of them. They looked similar to what my sister had worn in high school. Fuck, I realized I had a boner.

"She looks hot, doesn't she? I don't know who you are and that's perfect. It makes it easier to tell you to fuck my wife. I'll just stay home while she's on her knees for you. I'll dress her up for you and send her to you to fuck. No protection ever. Fuck her. You have it in writing. She was reluctant at first but now she wants it more than I do and I love that."

Holy shit was that a lot to digest. I scrolled back up to the shower picture again. I suddenly realized I was rubbing my dick. The phone buzzed.

"See you soon lover."

I set the phone down, then picked it up and turned it off. Then I went to bed. It was hopeless. I couldn't sleep. I took an allergy pill that always knocks me out. No good. I just laid there, wide awake and incredibly horny. I decided to take the obvious measures. I was already hard as steel, so I began stroking. I was severely tempted to go get the phone, and stroke to the pictures. That fucking phone was calling me! I pushed myself down against the bed, fighting the desire and started to feel like I'd won when I realized I was kidding myself. I didn't even need the actual photo -- I could picture every detail as clearly as if it were right in front of me.

As if my sister were right in front of me. I could picture those innocent looking shoes, her long legs, the swell of her hips, and -- oh fuck she shaved for me! For me!" I was cumming, jets of sperm shooting into the air. A few actually went over my head, I exploded so hard. I was picturing my sister as I exploded. Holy fuck was this wrong, but also incredibly hot.

I woke up a couple of hours later, I'm guessing. I got cleaned up, wiping some dried cum off the headboard, and crawling back into bed. I had some crazy dreams.

When I woke up in the morning, I had a cup of coffee and found my phone. I turned it on and saw I had several more messages.

"Can't wait to have you inside me lover" followed by a picture of her fingers inside her pussy. Then, a while later, "talk to you soon" and a kiss emoji. Finally "I. Want. You. To fuck. My wife."

Sheesh. They were all in on this. And obviously part of me wanted it to. Well, one specific part with very poor judgement and no morals....

A few days passed, and there was a knock on the door. It was early evening, and I was just about to fix some dinner. I was thinking my usual bachelor chow, cubed beef, rice, broccoli and brown gravy. Hey, if they called it "Qua Fae Sum" or some shit people would say it's cultural and classy, don't judge me. There was a knock at the door. Debbie was there, with a pizza and a six pack of beer. Good beer, too, a Kona Brewing lager she knew I really liked.

"Come on in!" I realized I was suddenly nervous.

"Thought I'd give you a little surprise!" she said, prancing in and setting the pizza box on the coffee table. "Here" she added, handing me a beer. It was cold. She got one for herself and I got out my pocket knife. When the beers were opened she clinked the necks and took a swig.

"So what's up?"

"Nothing at all, I was just about to make some dinner."

"My timing is perfect then! Hey, have you seen that new motorcyclist movie?" I had, but she seemed to want a dinner and a movie evening. "Happy to watch it again!" I said.

She found the remote and set about finding the movie. I got us some napkins and plates. When I came back, she was sitting on the couch with her legs on the coffee table. I recognized the sneakers she was wearing.

"Got it cued up!" Speaking of cues, I was taking mine from her, almost warily. But she acted completely innocent and sisterly-ish. So I settled in next to her -- close enough to show I was comfortable (liar!) but not far enough to seem like I was avoiding contact. I looked at her out of the corner of my eye. Apart from the very obviously deliberate choice of footwear, she was dressed very innocently. Shorts that weren't tight, a blouse that buttoned up the front -- and it was actually buttoned. Well above her cleavage. Well, where her cleavage would have -- fuck, really boner? Anyway, she was dressed like a girl coming to see her perfectly normal brother. Okay.

I opened the pizza box. Pepperoni, mushrooms, and anchovies on half. Boy, did she know her brother. I put a couple of fish-free slices on a plate and handed it to her. I got some anchovied goodness onto my own plate and settled in to watch. When she had finished eating, she moved a bit closer, but didn't make any suggestive moves. Good thing I'd already seen the movie, because I was not paying any attention to it at all. It must have been obvious, because after a while Debbie smacked me on the shoulder.

"Would you relax bro? It's like leaning on a fence post. A very tense fence post."

'Okay, fine. I'm not going to be the one to make this awkward' I thought, and pushed everything out of my mind as best I could. I must have succeeded. There were no more slaps or comments, anyway.

We'd each had a couple of beers by the time the credits rolled.

"That was good -- was the riding realistic?"

"Yeah, good enough for Hollywood. It's not a bad movie."

Deb got up, and carried the pizza box and leftover brews into the kitchen. I heard her open the fridge, shuffle some things around, and close it.

"I'd better get going. Thanks dude, this was fun."

'Really? That's it? Just a normal night together, brother and sister? Awesome.' I really felt relieved.

She gave me a peck on the cheek and she was out the door. I was feeling great. Very relaxed. I got a few little things done and was getting ready for bed when my phone buzzed.

"She's so hot, so happy -- thanks. I mean it." Text from the unknown -- but not really unknown -- number.

I couldn't come up with an appropriate reply, so I didn't respond. The phone buzzed again. It was Debbie. "Fun evening -- we need to do it more often."

What had she told Scott? Oh well, I was happy, she was happy, he was happy... why question it? Maybe she'd given up on this crazy idea.

When I opened the door the next Friday night, I was happy to see Debbie again. She had a paper bag in her hand, and another six pack of beer. Amber ale this time, with an alien on the side of the package.

"Got plans?"

"Now I do!" I said with a smile. I threw the door wide open and waved my arm to welcome her in in formal fashion.

"Is this going to be every week? Not a bad idea!"

"Could be, let's see!" She set the food on the table again. Once again, I got some things from the kitchen. We settled in, and she turned something on. On the TV I mean. After a while, some iced tea I'd had earlier conspired with the beer to send me off to the recycling center halfway down the hall.

When I came out of the bathroom I got an incredible shock. There was Deb, on her knees, completely naked. Over her shoulders I could see the white tennis shoes that had been in the shower photo. Before I knew it my shorts were down and I was growing in her mouth. I had no chance to object, must less react. My dick betrayed me.

I've had some great blowjobs before, but Debbie was making love to my dick with her mouth. She grabbed the base of my rod and had me deep in her mouth in no time. She sucked like she was trying to pull the air out of my lungs, and she did. I gasped, and clung to the door frame to avoid falling over. I was fully erect in seconds. I didn't spot her phone until she reached for it. She looked to the side with my shaft in her mouth, I felt something odd, and just like that she had photographic evidence.

She didn't even take me out of her mouth as she raised the phone so she could see the screen. How the hell could she type and suck so well at the same time? I realized she was sending the photo. Fuck. The phone rang. She answered it, still without breaking the liplock around my cock.

"Mm-hmm. Mmmmm, mm-HMM."

There was a pause while she listened to whatever he was saying. Her mouth didn't pause the sucking though.

"Oh, you want me to say it out loud? Absolutely. I'm naked on my knees. I'm sucking his dick. I'm going to swallow him. I'm his slut."

"Anything he wants. I won't say no -- anything."

"No, I'm his slut. His slut."

She stared up at me as she listened to the next question.

"Right. Down. My. Throat. No, because I am desperate to taste him. I'd swallow even if you begged me not to. Yeah? I told you, I'm his slut. That means I swallow for him."

"You begged me to cheat. You wanted a slut. That means I swallow."

"Yes baby, I know. Just talk. But I am going to swallow, and I am his slut. I love you too."

She hung up, and maintained laser like eye contact. "I meant every word big brother" she said, putting a lot of emphasis on the last two words. I gasped as she took me back into her mouth. I wanted to tell her this was wrong, that she should stop, but I couldn't force myself to do it. My will broke as I felt her tongue slither around my throbbing dick. I quit lying to myself -- this was too intense to stop. I took one hand off of the door frame and ran it through her hair. I couldn't help but revel in the fact that my own sister was so desperate for my dick that she'd say it out loud, in plain English, to her own husband. Granted, he wanted her to say it. I was totally convinced of that now. But it was still a huge ego boost.

I felt my sister's rhythm change. I looked down and saw that one of her hands was between her legs. I must have been hard at work, because it was shaking her whole body. It wasn't until she began to moan, and I felt her quivering that I realized what was happening. She was cumming! She was having and orgasm from sucking my dick! She rammed me into the back of her throat and held me there as her body shook. Little whimpers of pleasure escaped from her mouth around my dick. It was bringing me so close to the edge.

When her orgasm was over, she gave a few deep throat bobs and then took me out of her mouth.

"Please feed me. I need to swallow you."

She went right back to work. When she moaned around my dick, I exploded. My dick throbbed as I shot jet after jet of hot, thick sperm into my sister's mouth. I held her head in my hands, and staggered as I felt myself surge into her. She swallowed over and over again, but pulled me out. She let the last couple of eruptions hit her on the lips and nose. I leaned against the door frame, gasping for air. She quivered again, and I realized she was having an aftershock of her prior orgasm. Before I could speak, she was taking a selfie.

The guilt washed over me as I watched her. How had I allowed this to happen? This was my sister! I am her big brother; I'm supposed to take care of her!

"I have wanted to do that for so. Fucking. Long. Years. Thank you -- I meant it all, too -- every word I said. I will never tell you no. I'm your slut. I'm -- thank you! Thank you for not... stopping me, rejecting me. That would have -- thank you."

She was so happy, so completely sincere, it actually made me feel a bit better. She stood up. I grabbed a hand towel from the bathroom behind me and ran some warm water over it.

"Thanks" she said with a smile as I handed it to her. When she'd washed her face she threw the towel over my shoulder and hugged me. I hugged her back.

"I meant every word. I wanted that for so long. And I'll do anything for you. I hope you'll make me prove it, too." We held each other, ignoring her buzzing phone. After a few minutes, she broke away and took my hand. I let her guide me back to the couch. She got me a beer, opened it and handed it to me.

"Aren't you going to have one?"

She blushed, smiled, and just shook her head. Then she picked up the remote, stopped the show that had been playing, and put on some music. We sat there for a while, quietly, while I sipped my beer. What a night. I was still feeling guilty, but not as badly. She really was happy about this. Could I deny her that happiness? She was married, it's not like we were going to run away and start a family and scandalize anyone. We were just lovers.

Wow.

That shook me. My sister was my lover. It was just one blowjob, but you can't unstir the coffee. Also, saying "just one blowjob" was wildly unfair. I watched the door, expecting Homer to walk in at any minute, announcing that Aphrodite had raised him to come write an epic poem about that blowjob. It was one hell of a blowjob is my point. Unquestionably the best I'd ever had.

My thoughts were interrupted when Debbie shook herself. She'd actually drifted off for a minute.

"I'd better go. If I really fall asleep getting home isn't going to be safe."

"Okay." I helped her sit up, then found her clothes and helped her get dressed. She smiled at me through the whole process. I didn't find any panties, or a bra. She'd known what she was coming over for.

When she was dressed, I walked her to the door. She turned and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks again, for everything. It was everything I'd dreamed of."

What do you say to that? I kissed her on her forehead and told her I loved her.

I was brushing my teeth when my phone buzzed.

"That was incredibly hot. She's so happy, and so am I. We're lucky you're around dude. Hope there's lots more of this in our future!"

Okay, it was meant well enough but it almost made me angry. He was treating my sister like a sex toy!

The phone buzzed again. "Thanks again -- you're inside me now, and I'm so happy. You are incredible." Hearing the joy, the satisfaction in her words made me forget my anger. She knew what was going on here, and she was clearly very happy with it. If she was feeling any of the conflict I felt, she was hiding it in masterful fashion.

But I was still having trouble coping with what had happened. When Scott texted me telling me how much she loved it, I played along. I had to, for Debbie. We were committed at this point. But I tried to think of ways to dial things back. Then he'd send me pictures of her and my self control would shatter.

That Wednesday I got a text from him. It was a picture of Debbie, bend over. All you could see was red high heels, the backs of her thighs, and her perfect ass. The cleft between her thighs showed a hint of my sister's wet, glistening lips. It was incredibly sexy.

"I'm sending her over on Friday. Have fun!"

Holy shit. I had to figure out a way to stop this. I was wracking my brain.

On Thursday I got another photo. This time it was Debbie's pussy. She was laying on her back with her legs spread very wide. There was a little dollop of cream on one of her thighs.

"I'm shaving her for you. She can't wait to give you her body."

An hour or so later I got another text, direct from Debbie. "I can't wait to be with you. I need you inside me again. You already own my body." She followed it up with a closeup of her puckered lips, in glossy red lipstick.

"Debbie, we can't keep doing this. It was a mistake. I love you, but we have to control ourselves."

"See you tomorrow" was her only reply. Shit.

The day dragged. I was so stressed out, torn between wanting to do the right thing, and fighting the desire to look at those photos again. The desire to take my sister. To give her what her husband wanted. What she wanted. What I was trying so damn hard not to want.

When the doorbell rang, I stood inside the door and took three big breaths. Then I opened the door. Debbie hadn't bothered with food this time, but she did have a bottle of whisky. She walked in, taller than usual on heels that had to be at least six inches tall. She threw her arms around me. I felt the bottle hit my back as she pressed herself to me.

"Did you like the picture? You could see how wet I was, right?"

"Listen Deb --"

"I love having him shave me for you. I've never done that before. Every time I feel how smooth I am between my legs I think of you between my legs."

She grabbed my hand and pulled it up under her dress. I was touching her shaved, bare pussy. I groaned, but steeled my resolve.

"Listen, we just can't keep doing this. It's so wrong."

"What? You're going to reject me? Seriously? And what the hell am I going to tell Scott? His wife went out shaved and braless and came home untouched? Fuck! What's wrong with me?"

"That's not it, you're incredibly hot. But you're my sister!"

"I. Don't. Care. I've felt so good all week, knowing part of you was inside me. I need that again Jason. Pleeeeease?" She grabbed my bulge and welded her body to mine. "You want it too, it's obvious. And I HAVE to get a picture or two to send back."

I sighed. Her hand felt incredible, even through my jeans.

"Come on, let's just have a drink." She pulled me in and grabbed a couple of glasses. "I got one of your favorites, Balvenie Single Cask."

"You know me so well." She filled two glasses and handed one to me. "Bottoms up!"

I don't shoot single malt. You sip it. You savor it. You stay out of arms reach of your horny sister while attempting to do so, or she might tip up the bottom of the glass and force you to take it all in one drink. Dammit.

She poured me another one and pulled me to the couch.

"Come on bro, didn't you enjoy it last time? Aren't I any good?"

"You're amazing -- of course you are. That was incredible. We just can't let this go any further."

"Why? Don't give me that look; why? We're consenting adults. I've wanted this for years. When Scott asked me to find a lover, I eventually told him there was one guy I'd secretly wanted for years. Jason, that thrilled him to death. It brought me and my husband closer together. You can help. You can make me feel complete. What's so wrong about that?"

"Guys shouldn't fuck their sisters. Come on. Do I seriously have to explain this?"

"Fuck me? You can't. I'm fully dressed."

"And you're going to stay that way."

"Listen, I have to send a couple of pictures back. Seriously, I have to. If I don't, he'll be suspicious -- very disappointed, and very suspicious, and we might be discovered. We have to get a couple of pictures. How about this?" She sat up and pulled off her clothes.

"Shit Deb!"

"Shut up, you let me come over here, I need some pics." She was working on my zipper.

"Deb, dammit"

"Listen, let me just get a couple of pictures and then we can... I dunno, we'll figure something out. But I need a couple of pictures."

Before I could say anything, she had my boner out of my pants. She did a good job, too -- the risk of zipper scrape was significant.

She knee walked up between my legs, and pressed a breast against my cock. I moaned.

"How's this? Would this make a good picture?"

She rubbed my tip against her nipple. "It would look better if your cock was wet" she said. She licked her hand and began stroking me, giving my erection a glossy sheen of saliva. Then she handed me her phone and put her nipple right on my tip. I figured this was the quickest route back to safety, so I framed the shot so I couldn't be identified and took a few. I was making sure they came out well when I felt the wet warmth of her mouth on me.

"Deb, oh fuck, Deb!"

"Mmm?"

"Fuck Deb, you -- ohhhhh"

"May as well get a picture" she said, and jammed me back down her throat.

Dammit, she was right. I got the camera ready and watched for a bit while she worked. It was obvious how much she was enjoying having me back in her mouth. Before I knew it I was stroking her hair, savoring the incredible sensations she was giving me. She looked up, and I saw satisfaction in her eyes. They flicked over to the phone for a second, and I realized she'd made me forget all about taking a picture. No wonder she looked so pleased with herself. Well, it didn't really matter if the picture got taken right away, or in five minutes, did it?

I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, lost in what she was doing to me with her eager, hungry mouth. Then an intoxicating aroma bathed me in an even deeper layer of desire. I felt a finger against my lips. I felt it slide into my mouth, and I realized I was tasting my sister's pussy. I sucked it, needing to experience all of that taste that I could.

She pulled her finger away, then it returned with renewed flavor. I licked it as she sucked on my erection.

"Do you want more?" she asked quietly.

I couldn't help but nod. I didn't even hesitate. She slid me out of her mouth, and began crawling up my body. My dick slid over her chin, over her neck, and for a brief moment it was between her breasts. I felt my tip leave a line of precum across her navel, over her mound, and then she slowly slid further.

My dick was resting against her lips. I felt their slick, shaved smoothness pressing against my saliva-soaked shaft. She ground herself against me, staring into my eyes. We were so close to breaking down yet another barrier. I was terrified -- partly because we might, partly because we might not. She worked her hips, raising up almost enough, then working back down. I was breathing in ragged gasps. She winked and resumed her climb. Soon she had her knees on the back of the couch, and that shaved snatch was right in my face.

I was overwhelmed with the aroma. I was inhaling her desire, and it was wiping out any inhibitions I had left. My tongue reached for her body, adding her flavors to the aromas. The slick, utterly smooth sensation was incredible. She had trim little lips, and I buried my face between them. I was licking her. I was performing cunnilingus on my sister. She was riding my mouth. One hand was bracing her against the wall. The other was tormenting her own nipples. I could see her fingers pinch and twist while my tongue explored her body. She was gyrating so hard I had to grab her thighs to keep her from falling off my face.

Her moans soon turned to a stream of dirty talk. "Oh fuck yes, your tongue, yes, oh my gawd fuck me with your tongue big brother you fucking own me now I can't live without your body, I have to give you my body oh fuck I'm yours oooooh that feels so fucking good right there right there right there fuck yes!"

She was high on the sensation of my tongue on her, in her. Her response drove me to even higher heights of lust and performance. My tongue was inside her for a long time, then I moved up and sucked her clit. She screamed when I hummed around it. She pressed herself down, writhing on top of me with my head trapped against the top of the couch. I was loving it.

"Oh fuck yes, you're making me cum my brother is fucking making me cum with his magic tongue fuuuuuuck!" She was spasming now. It was all I could do to keep her from falling and hurting herself. Her words were replaced by incoherent moans that occasionally sound like my name, or 'fuck,' or 'thank you.'

When she'd cum she slid down onto the couch. She gasped a few times, then she reached out and stroked my erection.

"Fuck me" she panted. "I need it. I've got to have your dick. Fuck me. Mate with me. I'll do anything to get your cock inside me, I've needed it for fucking years!"

She crawled onto the floor and spread herself out, raising her hips to show me the little snatch that was so desperate for my penetration.

Something fucking snapped inside my head. I kid you not. I completely gave myself over to what I was going to do. If we were going to give in and commit incest, we were going to make it really nasty.

"Anything?"

"Anything. I want to be your fucktoy. I'll do anything." She twisted around and looked me in the eye. "Make me prove it."

"Okay. You want to prove it? Go to my master bathroom. Get the tube out of the middle drawer under the sink."

"Then you'll fuck me?"

"Then I'll fuck you."

She positively strutted off, the heels she was wearing putting an extra something into her walk. She really was hot. A few minutes later she was back. Her face was glowing.

"You're really going to make me prove it, aren't you? That I'd do anything?"

"Yes I damn well am. If you really want this, then you have to show me that nothing is off the table."

She walked up to me, got down on her knees, and took me into her mouth.

"Nothing." Her head bobbed, taking me so deep it had to be uncomfortable.

"Is off." She slathered my balls with her tongue.

"The table." She rammed my dick down her throat. I was honestly a bit worried she'd hurt herself. She coughed and gagged a bit, but she held me in her throat long enough to make her point. Then she slowly pulled her lips up my cock.

"I've wanted this ever since I saw you peeking. I even tried teasing you a few times, when I was brave enough. I swear, most of the orgasms I've ever had -- even when Scott was fucking me, even on my fucking wedding night -- were because I was pretending it was you inside me. I always told myself if you ever had me, you'd have all of me. Pretend you bought me. Please. The more you do to me, the more you demand, the happier I'll be."

Her mouth descended on my throbbing rod again. I stood over her, looking down as her hair swayed. I couldn't see what her hands were doing, but soon I felt something very slick on my shaft. Then she back off, and her shining hands were working my knob.

"This means you want my ass, doesn't it?" she asked as she coated my erection with the lube.

"You said anything. This is how you prove it."

She turned around, got on the floor and presented her ass. "Anything."

"Good. Lay flat and spread your legs."

She obeyed. I got the tube and coated my fingers.

"Get ready -- take a really deep breath and hold it." When she was ready, I ran a fingertip around her brown little pucker. She moaned, but kept holding her breath. I penetrated her. I felt the little ring inside her glide around my slick finger. I slowly slid it all the way in. Debbie gasped -- she'd held her breath as long as she could in her aroused condition.

"Oh fuck -- another finger, please?"

I pulled out. Usually I stick to one finger for a while longer, but I could hear how badly she wanted more. I added more lube, then pressed both fingers to her delicious little hole. When she felt them, she took a deep breath and pushed back onto them. When they were all the way in, she let out her breath with a sigh.

"Okay, can I have your dick now? Please? Do you want me to beg? Please? Take my anal cherry. I've never given it to anyone. Fuck, Scott has begged so hard. But it's for you. I always hoped I'd get you to, and I wanted your dick to be the first to ever violate my ass. Please, please fuck it. Fuck the little hole I save for you big brother. Please make me you whore, your lover, your anal girl. Please?"

Wow, did she want this. I pulled my fingers out, gave my rod one last swipe with the lube, and got between her widely spread legs. I touched her little eye with my knob.

"Do you feel that? That's my dick. That's your brother's dick. It's going right up your ass. I'm going to take you in your asshole. That's what you want, isn't it?"

"Fuck yes. Please brother, take my asshole. I saved it for you." She pressed back against my knob, and I felt the ring my fingers had prepared meet my dick. It struggled to stretch around me, but Debbie was determined. I didn't even move, I just gave her something very solid to press against. The ridge of my knob disappeared inside her. She kept pressing, breathing deeply as her final hole worked to accommodate her brother's invasion. I stared down at the sight of my sister working herself down onto my cock. When her cheeks touched me, I lowered myself so I was laying on her back.

"I'm all the way in. You're a married woman, and you have your brothers dick all the way up your ass. Your virgin ass. Is this what you wanted?"

"Yesssss, fuck yes. I swallowed your cum, too. I loved swallowing your forbidden cum, going home to my husband with your load in my stomach, feeding me."

"Oh, you're a very naughty girl."

"I'm your naughty girl. Now fuck your naughty girl!"

I held myself deep in her ass and rotated my hips. She moaned in pleasure. I pulled back, and she whimpered as I gave her what she'd wanted for so long. She raised her hips, trying to give me even better access to her rectum. I set up a slow rhythm inside her ass.

"Faster. I can take it. I practiced."

"You practiced giving me your ass?"

"So many times. There's nothing like a real dick though -- your dick!"

"Holy shit. I wish we'd done this years earlier."

"When Scott told me his fantasy I almost had an orgasm, hoping I could convince you to fuck me."

"And now I'm up your ass" I said, giving it to her a bit harder.

"Ooooh, fuck yeah you are. You own my ass."

"No one else is ever allowed in your ass, understand?"

"Never. Never. Not Scott, not anyone ever."

"Tell him. Tell him he can't have your ass."

"I will -- show him too. Get a picture."

It was not easy to force myself to dismount her. But I did it. I grabbed her phone, and mine. I wanted pictures too. I got a couple pictures of her slick, shiny asshole, then I penetrated her. She sighed with genuine pleasure as I filled her backside.

"Oh, it feels so fucking good to finally have you up my ass!"

I pulled halfway out, and got a couple of pictures with both phones. Then I pulled all the way out and got a short video of that delicious moment of initial penetration. Then I put the phones down and really got to work. I covered her body with mine, rocking my hips to sodomize the woman who'd grown up one door down from me. The woman I'd spied on in the shower -- the first bare breasts I'd ever seen in person. I thought back to watching her run soapy hands over the ass that was now perfectly encasing my dick in slick, tight heat.

"Finally. You're fucking me so good. Take my ass Jason!"

"I am, and I'm the only one. Right?"

"Fuck yes. Give me my phone."

I reached out and found the phone. When I handed it to her, she said "don't stop please." So I kept fucking as she picked a photo of my cock in her ass, and started a text message.

'He's taking my ass. He's the only one who's allowed to take my ass, ever. Butt I'll send you pictures.'

It was barely a few seconds until her phone buzzed.

'So fucking hot, give him your ass!'

'He owns me now, you know that right?'

'Yes -- I still get your pussy, right?'

'Hold on, I'll ask.'

"Can he still have my pussy?"

Wow. She was really serious about this. It was hard to think clearly with my throbbing rod deep in her ass, but I managed to come up with a sexy answer.

"Ask him if he agrees that I own you."

'Do you agree that he owns me?'

'Fuck yes'

She showed me the message. "Tell him he can have your pussy when I'm not using it."

'He says you can have my pussy when he's not using it. Only my pussy.'

"Did you just tell him he'll never get another blowjob?"

"I guess I did. Do you think he caught that?"

"Let's see how many blowjob pictures it takes for him to figure it out. But not right now." I took the phone away and concentrated on what my sister's ass was doing to my cock. I slid it into her, slowly and then rapidly, changing the rhythm almost constantly.

"Turn over" I said, pulling out of her. She rolled onto her back and lifted her legs.

"It's safe if you want my pussy."

"I do, but this time I'm finishing in your ass."

She raised her legs even further hearing that. I lined myself back up, and stared into her eyes as my tool reentered her tight little ass. Her tongue pushed out between her teeth as I pushed into her. I watched it play over her lips and teeth as I sodomized my own sister.

"I want to feel you cum in my ass."

"It's not going to be long now Deb."

"Oh fuck, give me your load, do it. Shoot that sperm into my bowels."

"Fuck, I love the way you talk."

"Oh yeah, do you love your sister's dirty little mouth? Do you like hearing me say you're fucking my ass? My married ass that he'll never get to fuck? You like owning your sister's asshole, don't you? You own all of me, but my ass will never be for anyone but you. You are making me prove my submission and I. Fucking. Love it."

With those last few words, she flexed her asshole around my penetrating rod. I felt the point of no return and ravaged her lips in a passionate kiss as my erection throbbed. Hot jets of my cum made her asshole even slicker, even easier to pound. We both simultaneously breathed "fuuuuuck" through our kiss. I throbbed and ejaculated deep inside my sister's bowels. Her body quivered, and I realized my orgasm had set her off. We clung to each other as my orgasm ebbed, hers took her, and then slowly released her.

I didn't release her. I held on to her, continuing to possess her. After a few minutes she said "you're still hard. Are you going to take my pussy now?"

It took me a few more minutes to compose myself, and an answer. I was exhausted.

"Not now. You've got to earn it. And that's not just a coverup for me being utterly spent."

"Oh fuck, you're going to make me earn it? I love it when you make me prove my devotion to your dick." She flexed her asshole around me to punctuate the point.

"Let's go clean up."

I pulled myself out of her. Even that felt amazing on my semi-hard cock. I stood up and looked down. Debbie looked back up at me. She bit her lip, pressed the sides of her tits, and threw her legs up in a vee. It was incredibly sexy.

"Don't move." I got a photo.

"Mine too." I got a photo with her phone.

Then we headed off to the shower, and I didn't have to peek this time.