One Thing Leads to Another

Entering her room, without knocking and waiting for a response to it, was a mistake, but one that was easily forgivable. We've all done it. However, staying to look at her while she was asleep on top of the covers, whilst only wearing a flimsy nightie that was as short as a t-shirt, wasn't. But I couldn't help myself. Rosie, my Sister, was a voluptuous woman, with curves in all the right places, and what she had on was doing very little to hide her impressive body. The fabric was sheer, almost see-through, and the nightie was extremely short. It was as if she was naked. Just looking at her was enough to make my heart race and my cock rapidly expand to its full length. I knew that what I was doing was wrong, but the temptation to stay for a short while, because what I was seeing was exciting me, was more than I could resist. And was there any real harm in what I was doing? I was just looking.

She was on her back, with her long shapely legs closed tight. My eyes were on her heavy breasts that were straining against her nightie. Two large mounds that were gently heaving as she breathed. The rhythmic movement of them was hypnotic. I wanted to put my hands on them, to feel her nipples pushing back against my palms. To feel them swell as they responded to my touch. Even though the nightie was in the way, I could see that she had plump nipples. When aroused they would be even more impressive. Long and thick, as nipples should be. Perfect for sucking on. Thinking about doing that made my mouth water and my erect cock twitch a couple of times.

Then she suddenly moved her legs, startling me. I froze. I was the proverbial rabbit in the headlights. Horrified, waiting for her to wake up, but unable to move a muscle. When her eyes flickered, I gulped. She was going to open them and catch me in her room. Thankfully though, they remained closed, and she was still again. With relief, I realised that I'd got away with it. It was time to leave, but as I was about to, I looked at her again. Despite the obvious danger in staying, leaving was the last thing on my mind.

Before, I'd been standing at the side of her bed, now I was kneeling at the end of it, leaning towards her. That was so that I could get a better look at her pussy, that was exposed because she wasn't wearing any panties. On display, for all the world to see, but only I was getting that privilege. Sometimes you just get lucky. The sudden movement of her legs, that had nearly given me a heart attack, had ended with them being spread wide. And to make it even better for me, her knees were raised up high. It was as if she was about to be examined by a gynaecologist. Now that's a job that would interest me!

What I was doing was beyond reckless, it was extremely stupid. It could, in an instance, go horribly wrong, and I'd be in deep trouble. So deep, that I'd be unable to talk my way out of it. But I could end it by getting up and leaving. That was the sensible thing to do. However, I was a young man, only eighteen years old, therefore I was obsessed with anything that was sexual. For me, the opportunity to have a close up look at my Sister's naked pussy was too good an opportunity to ignore. And it was one that was unlikely to ever occur again, so it was now or never. And as they say, fortune favours the brave.

Rosie was twenty one, but she has the style and sophistication of a much older woman. Her nails are manicured and she is always well-groomed, so it didn't surprise me to see that her pubic hair was neatly trimmed. Not a hair out of place. But that was a casual observation, because between her legs there was something much more interesting to look at than her neat bush. Her pussy.

Such big lips, definitely a mouthful. Just how I like them to be. I could see her clit, still in its hood. It wouldn't take much to make it come to life. Gently rubbing it with a finger, or a tongue slowly sliding across it, would be sufficient. And I was near enough to do that to it. Fortunately though, I still had enough self-control so that I was able to resist that strong temptation. Then, when I looked at her little pink opening, that looked so inviting, my resistance started to crumble. Pushing my cock deep into it was now all that I could think about, and how good it would be to fuck her.

That's when I unzipped my jeans!

My cock was out, standing proud. As hard as it has ever been. I was holding it in my hand, knowing what I wanted to do with it, but unable to act. I was trying to convince myself that my Sister wanted this as much as I did. However, that was just wishful thinking. The reality was that she would wake up, and as soon as she realised what I was trying to do, she'd scream. And then my life would be over.

If my Sister had woken up while it was still in my jeans, then I might have been able to come up with a plausible reason for why I was kneeling at the end of her bed. Very unlikely, but not impossible. However, if she was to wake up now, and see me jerking off while staring at her exposed pussy, then the only thing I would be able to do was to beg for forgiveness and prey that she didn't tell our parents.

I was furiously stroking my rock-hard cock, whilst imagining what it would feel like to be fucking her. Her hot wet pussy would be gloriously tight. It would be as good a fuck as I've ever had, perhaps even my best one. When, after less than a minute, I spurted, I had to stifle a groan. It was an intense climax that was lasting a long time. Wave after wave of hot spunk erupting from my twitching member. Most of it going onto my jeans, but some onto the carpet, that I had to carefully wipe up with a tissue.

When I got back to my room, the enormity of what I'd just done, hit me. I'd foolishly risked everything for a quick thrill. While doing it, I'd been prepared to accept that risk, but that was only because I was sexually excited. Now that it was over, and I wasn't thinking with my cock, I could see it how it really was. A very stupid thing to do. But I'm nothing, if not an upbeat person. Always able to think positively. So it wasn't long before my earlier 'minor' indiscretion wasn't a concern. I'd consigned it to history.

-

As was normal for most working days, we all ate breakfast together. An oasis of calm before we went our separate ways, to earn a living or to study.

Mother was the first to leave, then shortly after it was Father, muttering that he was going to be late as he left the table. We were now down to two, Rosie and me. We were students, with lectures that didn't start until ten o'clock, therefore we could have a leisurely breakfast.

I finished before her, and was about to get up from the table, but I stopped when she gently put a hand on my shoulder.

"Last night I had such a vivid dream. Please stay and I'll tell you all about it."

I nodded. Happy to do so because there was still plenty of time left before I needed to leave for college, and because I was curious to hear what she had to say.

"We were in bed together, and..."

After suddenly stopping, she laughed, and then she said, "No, I didn't mean YOU and me!"

That's what I'd thought, and she must have seen it written all over my face. I felt such a fool. Thankfully though, I wasn't blushing.

"So who was the lucky man?"

"What makes you think it's a man?"

Before I could ask if it was, she said more.

"It was David."

"Your David?"

She nodded. He had been her boyfriend for a long time, but not anymore. They'd split up three months ago. However, they had remained friends, and it wouldn't surprise me if they eventually get back together again.

"So what were you doing?"

"At first, it was romantic, sweet and tender. We were kissing and cuddling, and he was telling me how much he loved me. Then it suddenly became passionate. His hands were all over me, and mine all over him. We couldn't get enough of each other. It was as if it was our first time together in bed. You wouldn't believe how exciting it was."

We've always had a good relationship, often confiding in each other, so her telling me this wasn't surprising. For us, there was no sibling rivalry, we were good friends.

"Do you think it means that I should get back with him?"

"No, it just means that you need to get laid."

That made her laugh, almost uncontrollably.

She'd now told me about her dream, so I could go. However, last night's illicit time in her bedroom was still on my mind. Seeing her as I had, almost naked, and jerking off while doing it, had excited me. I wanted her to excite me again, but this time by telling me intimate details of her dream. But was she willing to do that? There was only one way to find out.

"I want to hear more, what you ACTUALLY did together."

The look I got from her, said no, then she confirmed it by shaking her head. But I wasn't willing to give up without a fight. My sad face and pleading eyes amused her, but it was still a no. That wasn't successful, so I was going to have to play my trump card. If that doesn't work, then nothing will. However, I was confident that it would work.

"You can have my ticket."

On hearing that, her eyes lit up, and so they should. At this moment in time, it was my most prized possession, and I was offering it to her.

"Really?"

I nodded. Both of us were mad about football, her even more so than me. She'd been disappointed when she hadn't been able to get a ticket to the big match at the weekend, and then envious of me when I had obtained one, at great expense, from a friend. And to make it even worse, I'd been goading her. Taking every opportunity to remind her that I was the only one with a precious ticket. That she was a loser.

Despite me willing to give it to her, she was still undecided. It was a while before she spoke again.

"OK, but you must never tell anybody about this."

I wouldn't, and even though she'd given me a warning, she knew that I would keep it to myself. As both of us like to say, 'snitches get stitches'.

"So what do you want me to tell you?"

"What he did to you, in as much detail as possible."

"You're such a pervert," said while she was smiling, so I wasn't offended.

"He started with my tits."

Of course he would. Her large firm breasts with big nipples were too good to ignore. I'd only ever go for her pussy when I'd had my fill of those twin peaks and ripe teats.

"Fondling and caressing them, and then concentrating on my big nipples."

Imagining him doing that to them was making me hard. Her plump nipples were a thing of beauty, and it wouldn't have been long before he had them in his mouth.

"Did he suck on them?"

"Yes, greedily, like a hungry baby."

Then she giggled, making her sound a lot younger than she actually was. That got my pulse racing.

"Now my pussy was getting excited. I was already so wet."

That's when I noticed the change in her. Initially, she'd said the words without any real emotion, but that last sentence was different. It was full of it, telling me that for her, there was now more to this than just doing what I'd asked so that she could get that ticket. And I was going to make the most of it by asking as many intimate questions as I could. That ticket had been expensive, more than I really should have paid for it, so for her to get it from me, she was going to have to earn it.

"And you wanted him to finger you?"

"Oh yes," was her quick response.

Said as if she was eager for that to happen to her now as she had been in the dream. That took my excitement to another level. Was it possible that this would eventually become more than just talking? I quickly dismissed that as wishful thinking. She was my Sister, therefore she was off-limits.

"I was desperate to have his fingers deep inside my little pussy. In me up to the knuckles. And enough of them to fill me up."

Not as desperate as I was for those fingers to be mine instead of David's.

"When he suddenly pushed two of them deep into me, I moaned with pleasure. Then he was furiously rubbing my clit, and I could feel my climax building."

Why couldn't I have dreams like that? Mine were so mundane, rarely sexual, and never as vivid as this one. And in the morning I always struggled to remember them, whereas, she seemed to remember everything in great detail.

"It wasn't long before I got there. Such a big one. When It ended I was completely satisfied, but also exhausted. That's when I woke up."

She'd told me a lot, but I was still disappointed. I'd expected more from her than that.

"I thought he was going to fuck you?"

After shrugging her shoulders, she said, "Well he didn't, but he would have if the dream had gone on for longer," then she added, "Now hand it over."

I shook my head. Her response to that was to give me the evil eye. If looks could kill, then I was a dead man.

I quickly said, "Don't worry, you'll get it."

That pacified her. However, I could tell that she was expecting me to explain why she couldn't have it now.

"I want to hear more about the climax you had." Then I suddenly had a better idea. One that was outrageous, but nevertheless, I was still going to ask for it. "No, I want to watch while you make yourself come. And I want you to do it now in front of me."

Her face was a picture. First it was shock, then disbelief, eventually it became amusement.

"Nice try Freddie, but it's a no. That's more than I'm willing to do."

I was confident though, that I could turn it into a yes.

"It's no big deal. Your hand will be under the table, so I won't actually see you do it. And if you want to, you can close your eyes."

Even so, her agreeing to do it in front of me like that was still crossing a line. And she knew that, because it was taking her a while to decide if she should do it or not. When eventually she spoke, I held my breath.

"OK, but you really are a pervert."

This time she'd meant it, but I didn't care. All that mattered to me was that I'd got what I wanted.

As her hand went under the table, she closed her eyes, making it easier for her to pretend that I wasn't there. It was then moving again so that she could get it into her panties. When a low moan suddenly escaped from her soft pouty lips, it told me that she'd started. That her clit was being serviced. Knowing that, excited me more than I thought was possible.

Of course, she would be good at it. Caressing it countless times before had made her an expert. A man might have difficulty in finding its sweet spot, but not her. She knows exactly which part of her precious jewel is going to give her the most pleasure, and exactly what to do to it to get that pleasure.

I was staring at her face, fascinated by the changing expressions on it. I was tempted to take my cock out and join in, but if I did that, she might notice, and that could result in her stopping what she was doing. I couldn't risk that. I wanted, no, I needed, to see her come.

Her brow was furrowed and she was frowning. An indication of the concentration needed to get herself off. And her low moans, now more frequent, a testament to the excitement that the action of her fingers inside her panties were giving her. She was close, on the edge. Very soon, it would be over, but would it end with a whimper or a bang? My money was on it being a big one.

I was watching her face, but within my peripheral vision was her arm, the one that had its hand under the table. Before, there'd only been a slight movement, now it was shaking. And I knew why. She was furiously rubbing her clit, desperate for it to end. I was on the edge of my seat, leaning forward to be near her. As eager as she was for her to come.

It had been a steady progress, that would eventually lead to the inevitable conclusion. Even so, when her climax arrived, it took me by surprise, and apparently, from the look on her face, her as well. That shaking arm was suddenly still, and her face had instantly changed. It looked as if she was in pain. Then she opened her eyes and screamed. I flinched. Moving away from her so quickly that I nearly fell off my chair. Now her head was leaning back, as far as it would go. She was looking up at the ceiling, with a dead eye stare, and she was softly whimpering.

After a climax such as that, it was going to take her a while to recover. And it did. Forty seconds, and I knew that because I timed it!

She was now sitting upright, with both hands where I could see them. She looked pleased with herself, and so she should. Not only has she just had a big climax, she was also going to be the proud owner of that precious ticket. One that some people might even kill for.

"I've fulfilled my part of the deal, and now it's your turn. Give me the ticket."

She certainly had. I'll be jerking off while reliving this, for weeks, if not months. The ticket was a small price to pay for that. After taking it from my back pocket, I placed it on the table in front of her. She quickly snatched it up, and then she waved it in front of my face. Taunting me, as I'd done to her when it was mine. I just ignored her.

As I got up from the table, I asked. "When you come, is it always as impressive as that?"

"Yes," then she added, while looking directly at the obvious bulge in the front of my jeans, and while smiling mischievously, "Sometimes though, it's even better when there's a nice cock deep up my little cunt."

For the rest of the day, all I could think about was my cock being inside my Sister's gorgeous pussy!

-

It was a good match, but the most important thing was that we'd won. Watching it on the television had been enjoyable, but for my Sister, at the stadium, it must have been amazing. I was deeply envious of her having been there, and I couldn't wait for her to get home and tell me all about it.

-

"Where are you?" she shouted. Loud enough to wake the dead.

She was now home, and obviously as eager to talk about the match as I was.

"I'm here, in the living room," I shouted back,

She didn't just enter the room, she stormed in like a whirlwind. And with a face like thunder, rather than the happy smiling face that I'd expected to see. Before I could ask her what was going on, she was shaking her fist at me in a menacing way.

"You cheating bastard. I bet you've been laughing at me. Did it make you feel good to know that you'd got one over on me?"

Despite her aggressive posturing, and accusations, I remained calm. I hadn't done anything to anger her, so this had to be a misunderstanding. One that could quickly be sorted out.

"Sit down and tell me what you think I've done."

That got a snort of derision from her, followed by, "Don't play the innocent with me. You know EXACTLY what you've done."

"No I don't, tell me," I asked, while shrugging my shoulders.

She then took something out of her pocket, and without any warning, she threw it at me. I flinched as it came towards me. It hit me on the chest and then it fell to the floor. I looked at it. Just a small thing. I picked it up. It was a scrunched up piece of paper.

Pointing to it, she said, "That's the ticket you gave me. It's not real, it's a fake. They wouldn't let me into the stadium. And not just that, I nearly got arrested for having it."

It was hard work, and I had to pull out all the stops, but eventually, I managed to convince her that I hadn't known that the ticket wasn't genuine. I'd been duped when I'd bought it.

"OK, so it wasn't your fault, but you still owe me. I had to put my hand inside my panties and play with myself in front of you to get it, and it turned out to be worthless."

She was right, I did need to make amends.

"What do you want from me?" I asked.

"Let me think about it."

It was taking her a while to decide. I didn't know if that was good or bad for me. However, whatever my 'punishment' was, I was just going to have to take it on the chin. When she suddenly smiled, I knew that the wait was over.

"I need some help with my assignment. Lots of help."

Helping her with her studies was something I enjoyed doing. I was expecting something a lot worse than this. She was letting me off lightly. If the roles were reversed, I don't think I would be as lenient as this.

"You also need to be my slave for a week. Doing anything I ask you to do, whenever I ask. And you can't say no to it, even if it's an unpleasant task."

Inwardly I groaned. She was going to work me like a dog, and enjoy doing it. For a whole week my life would not be my own. And a week was a long time.

"There's more."

This time I couldn't keep the groan in, and hearing it made her smile. A mischievous one. She was enjoying this.

"I had to do it for you, so you have to do the same for me."

What did she mean? I didn't understand, and then I suddenly did.

"Do you want me to jerk off in front of you?"

She nodded.

"And I want you to do it now."

I couldn't believe it. That wasn't a chore, it was an item on my bucket list. It wouldn't be humiliating or embarrassing, it would be exciting. It would be highly erotic. I couldn't wait to start. However, if she was to realise how eager I was to do it, then she might change it to something that was unpleasant.

"Do I have to?" I pleaded.

"Yes, and hurry up. They could be back anytime now."

Our parents were out, but the threat that they would be home soon, was an empty one. We weren't expecting them until at least eight o'clock, and the time was now only five.

Even before my jeans were off, my cock was getting hard. And when they, and my boxers, were off, I was sporting a sizeable erection.

"So, little Brother is actually big Brother."

Then she chuckled.

Of course she liked my cock, what woman wouldn't? It was a 'Goldilocks' size, not too big and not too small. Big enough to give pleasure, but not so big that it gives pain. And, as an added bonus, it was thicker than your average cock. It's my prized possession!

I was on the sofa and she was on a chair opposite to me. As I leisurely stroked my swollen member, her eyes were fixed on it. As fascinated with it, as I'd been when I was watching her pleasure herself.

When I'd started, my intention was to take my time, to make it last as long as possible, to savour it. However, this was so erotic, that I couldn't control it. Even gentle strokes were quickly taking me towards the finish line.

Now, after only a few minutes, I was on the edge, ready to topple over. The anticipation of what was to happen next, was all consuming, so when my Sister got up from her chair, I only noticed when she was kneeling in front of me.

While looking up at me with her piercing blue eyes, she said seductively, "Let me take care of that."

That was an offer I couldn't refuse. With her mouth open, she bobbed her head. I let go of my cock. In an instance it was in her mouth. I gasped, as she took more of it in. Then after only a few seconds, the inevitable happened, I started to spurt, gushing all that I had down her throat. There was a lot of it

I'd now finished, and my cock was out of her mouth. She was back on the chair, looking pleased with herself. And so she should be, because she'd just given me a wonderful climax. One of my best. Also, she hadn't just let me come in her mouth, she'd swallowed all that I'd given her. That had been the icing on the cake!

For a minute or two, we just sat there looking at each other, but without speaking. Then I started to put my boxers on, and that's when she stood up.

"Don't forget, you are at my beck and call for a week. The time starts now."

Those were her parting words.

For the rest of the day she was easy on me, and I was grateful for that. However, what I didn't know until the next day, was that it had been the lull before the storm. The quiet Sunday that I'd hoped for, and that I needed, was anything but that.

"This is what I want for breakfast."

It was so much, that I had to write it all down.

"You'll never eat all of that."

Her nonchalantly shrugging her shoulders, told me that she didn't care if it was wasteful. But to my surprise, she managed to consume all of it, even asking for more toast. I was impressed.

"The garden is a mess. Every time I look out of my bedroom window it depresses me to see it in such a state. That's your next task, to tidy it up. It has to be spotless."

On another day, when I wasn't her slave, I'd have told her, with a few choice words, that she should do it herself, or just stop looking out of the window. But today I was her slave, so I had no choice but to do it, and to do it graciously.

"Yes M'lady."

Outside was colder than I would have liked, but fortunately it wasn't raining. My heart sank as I surveyed the garden. It had been neglected for a long time. It was going to take me all morning to sort it out, and when I'd finished, Rosie would have something else for me to do. I swore under my breath, not once, but several times, and all of it directed at her.

After an hour, Father joined me in the garden. Not to help me, but to cast a critical eye over the work that I was doing.

"You're doing a grand job, but you've missed a couple of things."

He then told me what they were, giving me more work to do. Had my Sister put him up to it? I suspected that she had, but there was nothing I could do about it, I just had to take it on the chin.

It was midday when I'd finished. I was tired. It had been backbreaking work, but I was proud of what I'd done.

"Your next chore won't be as easy as that."

She had to be kidding me. But with some trepidation, I asked her what it was.

"Clean and polish my car. When you've finished I want to be able to see my face in it."

That was a relief, Not something that I particularly liked doing, but it wasn't too strenuous.

"And all the other cars."

I groaned, and she enjoyed hearing it. Each of us have our own car, which is a nice situation to be in, except when you have to clean all of them.

My Sister was kind, allowing me fifteen minutes to eat before starting. It took me two hours to clean and polish them. Now I wasn't just tired, I was exhausted. But as they say, there's no rest for the wicked.

"Now you can help me with my assignment."

That took another two hours, but at least I was able to sit down and rest my weary bones while I was doing it.

After that, it was simple things. Easy to do, and not requiring much effort. However, there were lots of them. My time wasn't my own.

"Another coffee would be nice. This time put less milk in it."

That was her fifth in only a couple of hours. She was not going to be able to sleep tonight. However, that was her problem, not mine, so I made her one.

"I'd love a biscuit."

I brought her a selection so that she could choose, but she wasn't happy with any of them. I had to go to our local shop to get some more. When I got back she sent me out again for a bottle of red wine.

At nine o'clock, I was dismissed for the day.

"You can go to bed now. We'll start again in the morning."

I could have kissed her. Finally, my day from hell had ended. Tomorrow would be a lot better, because we both had lots of lectures.

So apart from in the morning, when we were together for breakfast, I wouldn't see her again until later in the day. Around four o'clock in the afternoon. As far as I was concerned, the later the better!

In the morning, the first thing I was asked to do was to make breakfast for everybody. That pleased Mother, because it was usually her job.

"Freddie, it was nice of you to volunteer to do it. You're such a good Son. I'm so proud of you."

Volunteer? I didn't have any say in it. My parents were unaware that Rosie was controlling me, and it was better to keep it like that, so I just took the praise without correcting her.

When both our parents had left for work, I was given my next command.

"Wash the dishes and tidy up the kitchen. I want it spotless."

Half an hour later, it was.

My Sister was the first to leave for college, and while doing so, I was given a warning.

"I expect you home on time. No staying out late so that you can keep out of my way. If you do, then trust me, your life won't be worth living."

I have to say, doing that had crossed my mind, but I'd instantly dismissed it. As bad as things were at the moment, if I was to get on the wrong side of her, she'd make it even worse for me.

-

"You're late," was how she welcomed me when I got home from college. Then she added, "But only by fifteen minutes, so I'll let you off."

Fortunately, she was in a good mood. I was praying that it would last.

In the evening, our parents went out, leaving me at the mercy of my Sister. Unsurprisingly, as soon as they were out the door, she was summoning me.

"Freddie, I need you."

Like an obedient lapdog, that was eager to please its owner, I quickly went to her.

"There's dry skin on my feet, rub some cream on them."

No please from her, but since she was in charge of me, none was required. She then sent me to her room to get the cream.

"That's not what I wanted. You've brought me massage oil."

I was about to go upstairs and try again, but before I could, she spoke.

"I've changed my mind, I'm going to have a massage instead, You can do my feet another day."

We were now in her bedroom, and she was undressing. She didn't seem to mind that I was watching her do it, so I made the most of it.

First off was her t-shirt. Her bra was small, so she was showing a lot of cleavage. I longed to bury my head between her large breasts. Next was her jeans. Done slowly, as if she was putting on a show for me. She was now just in her underwear, and seeing her like that made my heart beat faster.

She was face down on the bed. There was a large towel underneath her to stop any of the massage oil staining the sheets. I started on her shoulders, going deep into the muscle.

"You need to put more effort into it."

I did, and her silence told me that it was enough to keep her happy. Next was her back. Without asking, I unhooked her bra so that the straps wouldn't get in the way. She didn't complain. My hands were now on her back, but it was her peachy bottom that had my attention. Her beautifully shaped buttocks looked good enough to eat. That's when I started to imagine what it would feel like if I was to fondle them. Then I wanted more than that, I wanted to actually do it. And there might be a way that I could.

"Your lower back is tense, I'll concentrate on it."

My hands were now at the edge of her panties.

"I should really go further down, but I don't want to get oil on your panties."

"Just take them off," was her immediate response.

I had to smile, this looked promising. Perhaps even more than that, a certainty? I got them off quickly, before she could change her mind.

Only a fool would rush in and spoil it. And I was no fool, so at first, my hands were doing what they were supposed to be doing. Massaging her bottom. Then I changed it, my touch becoming gentler, sensuous rather than therapeutic. When I occasionally pushed down hard, it wasn't so that I could go deep into the muscle, it was so that I could grind her pussy into the bed. Everything that I was doing to her was to excite her. And it was working!

At first, low moans that were barely audible. Now you didn't need to strain to hear them. And if you missed one, then you didn't need to wait long for the next one.

When I caressed it with a single finger, she gasped. I was tempted to push it into that orifice, but I moved down towards the greater prize. And to my obvious delight, she made it easier for me by opening her legs. Her pussy was now mine, to do with whatever I wanted.

My finger inside her would be good, and two of them deep up her, would be even better. However, that was trivial compared to having my cock inside her pussy. At this moment in time, only that would satisfy me. So, without any consideration of the inevitable consequences of doing that, I was going to do it.

"Get onto all fours."

I was expecting her to obey me, and she did, without any hesitation. She was now ready, her bottom was high up and her stomach was flat on the bed. It was time for me to get my cock out.

It was in my hand, and I was guiding it towards her opening. Such a little thing. Was I going to have to push hard to get into it? I was about to find out.

As it touched the meaty lips that were guarding her most sacred place, she flinched.

"NO! Not your cock, just your fingers. You're my Brother, we can't fuck."

I moved back. I was crestfallen. Such high expectations, and now I had to settle for less.

My cock, that had been rock-hard, was going limp. It was as disappointed as I was that it wasn't going into her juicy pussy. However, when I started to finger her, it was quickly back to its best.

She was so wet, that despite two fingers being a tight fit, I could easily move them in and out of her.

"Fuck, that's good," she loudly declared.

I gave a wry smile. It would be better for her, and for me as well, if we were fucking instead of this. However, that ship had sailed, so I was just going to have to make the most of this. And a no now, didn't necessarily mean that it would always be that. I had a feeling, one that I hoped wasn't misplaced, that we would eventually take it beyond foreplay.

I was doing a good job, but her preference was to take over from me, because she was now doing all the hard work. My fingers were still, and she was violently rocking against them. Her climax, that had recently only been on the horizon, was approaching at speed, like a runaway train.

Both of us were close, only seconds away from reaching it. With my free hand, I was frantically pumping my cock, as if my life depended upon it. She was matching me for effort, making the most of the fingers that were inside her, by rocking against them. So furiously, that she was in danger of falling over.

Who got there first? It was too close to call. Mine started with a gut-wrenching groan, that was loud enough to frighten young children and animals. Followed by wave after wave of my sticky mess, going onto her and the towel that was on the bed. Hers was equally dramatic. However, Instead of a groan, it started with an ear-piercing shriek, so high-pitched, a bat would have been proud of it. Then she'd suddenly flopped onto the bed, and was lifeless for at least a minute.

Would there be a second helping? I was hopeful, but only until she spoke.

"I'm going to get dressed," and then she quickly added, "Just because you've had your fingers up my pussy, making me come, it doesn't mean that I'm going to go easy on you."

I sighed. Was this ever going to end?

"I want a coffee with some biscuits. While you're doing that, I'll make a list of all the other things I want you to do."

Surprisingly, it was a short list, only taking me an hour to do. My Sister must be going soft!

-

We'd now done a lot more together than siblings should ever do, but they were still only isolated incidents, and after each intimate act, our relationship was back to as it should be. Was that going to be the pattern going forward, or would it escalate, culminating in us becoming lovers? I didn't know, However, what I did know, was that the outcome would be determined by my Sister. She was the one controlling this.

-

The agreement was for me to be her slave for a week, and I was. Thankfully though, for the last three days of it, I didn't do much. Rosie had got bored with issuing commands to me. At the weekend though, when I was a free man, therefore under no obligation to do it, she did want me to do something for her.

"Tonight, there's a party at Kim's place. I'll be drinking, so I won't be able to drive. Will you please drop me off, and then come back for me around midnight? I'll understand if you don't want to do it."

That was a big ask, and something that I'd prefer not to do. However, she'd asked nicely, and doing it would put me in her good books, improving my chances of getting into her panties again. Something that I was desperate to do.

"Of course I will," said as if I would enjoy doing it.

That got me a thanks, and then a big hug. It felt good having her large breasts squashed against my chest, even though it had only been for the briefest of time.

-

We were supposed to be leaving at seven, but it was already quarter past and she still wasn't ready. However, I was relaxed about it. She was going to it, not me, so it would only be her that was late. I was just the chauffeur.

At half past, she joined me in the living room.

After flamboyantly twirling around in front of me, she asked, "How do I look?"

"Fabulous," was my instant response to that, and it was an easy thing to say because it was true. She was so desirable, in my eyes, the perfect woman. I wanted her to be more than just my Sister. I wanted to do things with her that we shouldn't, not just what we'd already done. I wanted us to fuck. However, if that was to happen, then it was for another time. Tonight, I wasn't her lover, I was just her transport to and from the party.

-

When I dropped her off, to thank me, she gave me a peck on the cheek. Picking her up, just after midnight, was different. She greeted me as if I was a long-lost friend. After running towards me, she gave me a hug, so tight that I could only just breathe. As she released me, she said, "I'm going to tell you a secret. I'm drunk."

Then she giggled. I had to smile, because it was no secret. Her overenthusiastic welcome, together with the strong smell of alcohol on her breath, had been a dead giveaway. She was really more tipsy than drunk, so getting her home wouldn't be a problem.

However, it was twenty minutes before she was actually ready to leave. She'd insisted on saying goodbye to everyone at the party. When she'd finished, she wanted to start again, but that was too much, so I put a stop to it.

Thankfully, when she was in the car, she was quiet, and it looked as if she might fall asleep, and that would be good. But after only a few miles, she suddenly became animated.

"I need to pee."

"Can't you wait, we'll be home in half an hour?" I asked.

Crossing her legs tightly, and shaking her head several times, told me that she wasn't able to hold it in. I sighed, and then I looked for a suitable place to stop. Fortunately, I could see some off-road parking in the distance. I pulled into it. It was a small rest area, big enough for only three cars at the most, and with no facilities, except for a bench that had a bin next to it. After helping her out of the car, I pointed over at a small cluster of trees. "Go behind them, and be quick."

She did, and it wasn't long before she was back. Then I noticed that she was holding something. Her panties.

"Have you wet them?" I asked.

"No."

"So why aren't you wearing them?"

"You're so silly. You must know that I want you to play with my pussy."

I didn't know what to say to that, but even if I had, I wouldn't have been able to say it, because her mouth was on mine, kissing me passionately. The sensible thing to do, was to stop this, and then take her home. However, being sensible was the last thing on my mind.

For five minutes, or it might even have been longer, because I'd lost track of time, that's all we did. Kiss, and eagerly explore each other's mouth with our tongue. Such a basic thing, but it was enough to make my heart beat faster and my cock go hard, When we stopped, we were both breathing heavily

With a stupid grin on her face, and while looking longingly at me, she asked, "Where?"

A good question, and an important one. We only had two options, the car or behind the trees. Neither of them was ideal. Apart from being near to the main road, where somebody in a passing car might see us, my car was small. Too cramped for what we had in mind. On a milder night, outside would be OK. However, we were into autumn, so without out coats on, it would be uncomfortably cold if we stayed outside. I gave a deep sigh, as unsuitable as it was, it was going to have to be the car.

"It's near," Rosie said.

What was she on about, what was nearby?

"I think so, but I can't be sure."

This wasn't helping us, in fact, her stupid comments were starting to irritate me. It might be better for us to forget about it, to just go home.

"That motel."

Then I understood what she'd been talking about. I shook my head in disbelief. Even when she's drunk she's still cleverer than me. She was right, it was near. We could be there in five minutes. It was called the Five Star Motel. That was a joke, it was anything but a five star motel. I haven't stayed there but I knew all about it. It was notorious, a sleazy place. You only stayed there, if like us, you were up to no good!

From a distance, the motel looked impressive. An imposing building with some interesting architectural features. However, when we were parked, and out of the car, we could see that it needed a serious renovation. It was definitely five star in name only.

"It's a dump," Rosie whispered, as we approached the office.

It was, but it was sufficient for our needs.

Inside the office, behind a large desk, was a small overweight man. He was wearing a white wife beater vest that had seen better days. When he saw us, he smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Welcome to the Five Star Motel," he said, without any real emotion.

I explained that we needed a room for the night. After undressing my Sister with his eyes, and taking his time while doing it, "Of course you do," was his suggestive reply. I let it pass. Despite his small stature, he was obviously someone that you shouldn't argue with.

The room was OK, basic, with cheap furniture, but at least the bedding looked clean.

"He was such a nice man."

I looked at her, was she joking? Apparently not. I shook my head in disbelief.

We'd kissed earlier, but it had been so good, that we were doing it again. And this time, perhaps because we both knew that it was quickly going to become more than just that, it was even more exciting than before.

When I touched her breasts, with lots of enthusiasm but without any subtlety, she gasped. My hands were all over them, groping them rather than caressing them, and doing it roughly. However, my frenzy soon passed. I was a better lover than that. I was now back in control of my emotions.

Her blouse had a lot of buttons, but they weren't difficult to undo, so it didn't take me long to get her top off. Next was her bra. She was facing me, and I was reaching behind to unhook it. While doing it, my eyes were fixed on her large melons that were about to spill out of her bra. The anticipation of having them again in my hands, this time though, completely exposed, was almost too much for me. I had butterflies in my stomach and my fingers were trembling. When I eventually accomplished, what should have been an easy task, but had actually been anything but that, I sighed with relief. For some reason, that was beyond my comprehension, she found that really funny. It was only when my hands were back on her big tits and ripe nipples, that she stopped laughing.

They weren't just impressively large, they were also firm, as firm as tits can ever be. Inevitably, as the years pass, they would sag, becoming a lot less attractive. That was the price to pay for being fortunate enough to have such big breasts. Now though, they were perfect, in prime condition, and I was making the most of them.

Her nipple was getting the expert attention of my fingers, while the other one was being serviced by my mouth.

"You can do better than that."

That surprised me, because it was obvious, from the noises that she was making, that what I was doing was already exciting her. But apparently, it wasn't enough to satisfy her, so I needed to do better. It was a challenge that I was willing to accept, and I was confident that I'd be able to do whatever it takes to satisfy her.

Now I was pulling out all the stops, giving her my A game. Stretching and pinching her swollen nipple, and at the same time, sucking deeply on the other one as hard as was humanly possible. This time she didn't complain, instead, when she spoke, it was to lavishly praise me.

Sandwiched between two almighty moans, she loudly declared, "You're so fucking good."

My chest swelled with pride. Yes, I was good, but only because of what I had to work with. Her tits were enough to inspire even the most inexperienced lover.

We were on the bed, sitting up. A good position for what we were currently doing, but not ideal for what I wanted to do next. After moving my head back, so that her nipple was out of my mouth, I said, "Lie down, I want to lick your pussy."

After squealing with delight, she was on her back in an instance, with her legs wide apart and her knees high up. It was reminiscent of the time when I'd gone into her bedroom without knocking. Such a fateful day, the first step on the journey towards this, the inevitable conclusion.

She was topless, with just a short skirt on. However, I was still fully clothed. This was the time for me to undress, but that would waste valuable seconds. Seconds that I could better spend with my head between her legs, so I kept my clothes on.

Being between her legs was hot and claustrophobic. Not a comfortable position to be in, but I didn't mind. I'd willingly put up with a lot worse than that, because the pleasure I was getting from enjoying her sweet pussy, far outweighed any discomfort.

I loved the strong smell of it and it's sharp taste. For some men that would be overpowering. However, to me, it was better than an expensive perfume or a gourmet meal. And her meaty lips, that were made for sucking on, were a nice tasty mouthful.

Whatever I did to her, she liked. When my tongue was at her opening, probing it, and lapping up her copious womanly juices like a cat with a saucer of milk, she squirmed. And when I was nibbling and sucking on her labia, she was purring. But that was mild, almost insignificant, compared to her reaction when I concentrated on her clit. That insignificant little lump that gives her so much pleasure.

As my tongue repeatedly flicked over her clit, she seemed to be working her way through a long list of pleasurable sounds. Moans and groans being the obvious ones, but there were a lot that I couldn't name. However, there was no mistaking why she was uttering them, it was because what I was doing was exciting her so much.

When her breathing became ragged, it told me that her climax was close. Soon after, her shouting out, "Fuck, I'm in it!" told me that it was here. And from the intensity of it, it wasn't going away anytime soon.

When it started I raised my head, eager to see the result of my labour. It was strong from the start, then it soared to an even greater height. At its peak, she became animated. Her arms and legs were all over the place. It was so comical that I had to stifle a laugh. Then, as it subsided, she became still. She was now motionless, with her eyes closed, as if she was a sleeping princess. That's when I started to undress.

When she eventually opened her eyes, I was naked, except of course for my socks. Pointing in her direction was my rock-hard cock, that was eager for some attention. It didn't take her long to notice it.

"Is that all for me?" she giggled.

I nodded, and then I said, "And you can have it now if you want."

"Oh, yes."

That was conformation that she was as eager as I was to fuck. I was indeed a lucky man. Many men want to do it with their Sister, but only a few actually accomplish it. I was smiling and it was cracking my face, because I was about to taste forbidden fruit, and it was going to be delicious!

I didn't get a say in how we were going to do it, because she chose, and it was Missionary. If it was just up to me, then it would be her on top, or her on all fours with me fucking her from behind. But don't get me wrong, I wasn't complaining. Any position would undoubtedly be wonderful.

The head of my cock had been at her opening once before, but it had been denied entry. That had been so frustrating. This time it was different, it was welcomed with open arms. And so it should be because it was the guest of honour!

Her pussy was as tight as I'd hoped it would be, so despite her being very wet, it was an effort to push my cock into her. As it went further in, I watched her face. She was the cat that had got the cream. The last inch though, made her grimace, but it was quickly replaced by a look of utter contentment.

I took a few seconds to savour the moment. Up to now, it had all been about her. It was time for my cock to join in. Hopefully, this would end with both of us reaching it at the same time. The holy grail for lovemaking.

Sensibly, the first stroke was gentle, as was the next one. From then on it was swifter, getting quicker as I went through the gears. I couldn't believe how good this felt. It was beyond my wildest expectations. And the proof of how exciting it was, being that my climax was rapidly approaching. Way too fast though for my liking. But there was nothing I could do about that, except fully enjoy what little time was left of it.

"I can't make it last," I told her.

"I'm going to come as well. Lift my legs up so that you can go deeper into me. That will finish me off."

So, fortunately, more by luck than good judgment, we were on the same page.

She'd asked for her legs to be high up, and they were, almost over her shoulders. I was going deep into her. And each stroke was a hard one, at times, even brutal. But she wasn't complaining, in fact, she was demanding more of me.

"Fuck me harder."

I did, and that's when she boiled over. I was next, after only two more strokes. As I spurted into her, I grunted loudly. While I was flooding her pussy, she was still going strong. The jerky movements of her arms made it look as if she was possessed. That was unnerving, but there was nothing I could do about it. Thankfully though, it didn't last long.

We hadn't started together, but we did end together. I was now slumped over her, breathing heavily, and she, with her legs still high up, was softly whimpering. For a minute or so, we stayed like that, and then I got off her. We then snuggled up to each other without speaking. Basking in the afterglow of hot sex. Both of us content for it to be that way. And of course, because we were tired, and it being late, it wasn't long before we fell asleep. For me, a deep dreamless one.

We would have slept until the morning, perhaps even up to midday, or even longer, but in the early hours there was some sort of disturbance outside our room. Two people arguing, perhaps even fighting. That had woken both of us up.

-

It was five am when we left the room. I walked my Sister to the car, and then I went to the office to hand in the key.

"Did you have a good time with her?" he smirked.

A question that he shouldn't be asking. However, after having such a good time with Rosie, I didn't mind answering him.

"Yes," and then to give him something to think about during the lonely hours of his long night shift. I added, "You wouldn't believe how tight my Sister's pussy is."

The look on his face was a picture!

While driving home, her hand was on my thigh the whole time. It wasn't sexual, she just wanted to touch me. I found it endearing.

-

Surprisingly, considering that it was almost morning when we'd got home, and that I'd only had a few hours sleep in the motel, I was up before midday. To be precise, it was eleven twenty five. I had to wait another two hours before my Sister was with me. And despite her extra hours in bed she looked tired. We were alone, so we could talk.

"About last night."

I'd been smiling, but now it was gone, replaced by a worried look. I knew what was coming next. She would tell me that it had been a mistake, and that she regretted it. She might even blame me for taking advantage of her while she was drunk. It hadn't been like that. Rosie had been a willing partner in everything that had happened, but now that she was sober, she might have a different perspective on it. One that I wasn't going to like.

"I just want to say that it was wonderful."

I was so relieved. My smile was back, bigger and better than before. Then I hugged her, almost squeezing the life out of her. When I realised that she needed to breathe, I quickly released her.

"Sorry Sis, I got carried away. Did I hurt you?"

"I'm OK, just a few broken ribs, but they'll mend."

When she laughed, I knew that she was joking.

"How was it for you?" she asked.

With a straight face, "I've had better," was my response. That got me a poke in the ribs, hard enough to make me wince.

"You're such a baby."

We'd had our little fun, it was now time for a serious conversation. But that was for after I'd made both of us a coffee.

"We're both consenting adults, so as far as I'm concerned, what we do together is nobody else's business. Do you agree?"

I nodded. She then said more.

"Obviously though, it has to be our secret."

That was a given. We might think that what we were doing was OK, but most people would disagree with us, they'd be horrified. As our parents would be. They were tolerant of most things. However, their precious children sleeping together, would definitely be a step too far for them. It would freak them out. But that was only a problem if we get caught, and of course, we were far too clever for that to ever happen!

-

Going forward, we were extremely careful. Knowing that if we weren't, we might get caught, and that would be a disaster. We didn't take any risks, only being intimate when we were alone in the house, and knowing that it would be like that for the time we needed. Sometimes though, when we were desperate to have each other, but that wasn't possible, we went back to the motel. Not ideal, but what else could we do? However, because everything was going so well, we eventually became overconfident. Believing that there was no harm in occasionally breaking the rules. In fact, on such occasions, it seemed to heighten our experience, making the experience extra special.

-

"Trust me, we have enough time," I pleaded.

She was adamant that we didn't.

"No we don't. They're due back in fifteen minutes, but it could be ten, or even less. It would be madness for us to have sex now. You're going to have to wait for a better time. Just go to your bedroom and jerk off."

For me, waiting wasn't an option, and playing with myself wasn't going to satisfy me. I needed pussy, and I needed it now. She was being unreasonable, because as far as I was concerned, ten minutes was more than enough. And as for them being early, I'd rather be optimistic, and believe that they would be late. I was so horny, once I was inside her sweet pussy, I'd be surprised if I lasted more than a minute. We needed to stop wasting time and just get on with it.

"We can have a quickie. No foreplay, we just do it," was my next attempt to persuade her.

"So you want me to be your cum bucket?" was her response to that.

I was going to deny it, but in order to save some time, I told her the truth.

"Yes."

"You're such a pig," she sneered.

I was, a horny one, that was desperate to empty its balls into her gorgeous pussy.

"So is it a yes?" I asked.

After giving a deep sigh, she nodded, and then she said, "It will be worth it if it stops you mithering me. But don't expect me to come."

I could live with that. This was all about my needs, not hers.

She wasn't keen on doing it, so her quickly getting ready, wasn't because she was eager to be fucked, it was because she wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. Despite her reluctance, she was thoughtful enough to position herself in a way that she knew would excite me.

I was now behind her, cock in hand. She was bending over the kitchen table, her big tits squashed flat against it, and her bottom high up. Perfect for what we were about to do. I'd been excited when we were just talking, but seeing her like this had taken it to a higher level.

She wasn't aroused, therefore her pussy wasn't as lubricated as it needed to be. However. I was aroused enough for both of us, so I was leaking enough precum to enable me to push into her without it being too uncomfortable for her or for me.

It wasn't subtle, but it was effective. I was giving her long hard strokes, so fierce, that the solid wooden kitchen table was shuddering. Each one of them was quickly taking me towards the climax that I was desperate to have. Then, in record time, it was here.

I gasped as I started to spurt into her. While tightly gripping her hips, I continued to empty my balls. Wave after wave of my manly fluid shooting deep up her pussy. It was heavenly!

Our parents returned only five minutes after we'd finished. Not a lot of time, but sufficient, so that when they entered the kitchen, there was nothing untoward for them to see. Instead, what they did see, was two siblings sitting together at the table sipping coffee and enjoying each other's company.

"We're lucky parents. The two of you get on so well. You never fight," said Mother.

That was true, we didn't fight, but we did fuck!

-

"How could you do this to me?" I said angrily.

After shrugging her shoulders, she calmly said, "It just happened."

That was nonsense, something like that doesn't just happen.

"And how long has it been going on for?"

"Two weeks."

"You took your time telling me."

I was going to say more, but then I noticed that she was tearful, in need of some tenderness rather than aggression, so I kept my mouth shut. Instead, I hugged her.

"I'm sorry Sis, I shouldn't have been angry with you."

That got me a brief kiss on the lips, that was tender rather than passionate. It broke my heart, because I knew what it signified. We were no longer lovers, we were back to being what we should always have been, just Brother and Sister.

Deep down, I always knew that this day would come, that one of us would meet someone and that would end our clandestine relationship. It was something that I hadn't wanted to think about, so I'd pushed it to the back of my mind. Why though, did it have to be now, only a few months after we'd become intimate with each other?

-

Jason, her new boyfriend, was coming for lunch so that he could meet the family. I was determined not to like him. Of course, to keep the peace, I'd be polite and courteous, but hell would have to freeze over before he would ever be my friend.

He was only with us for a couple of hours. However, that was long enough for him to make a good impression on all of us. Grudgingly, I'd have to admit that he was a nice guy, and that I was starting to like him. They were good together, and despite being jealous of him, because he was now the one that was enjoying my Sister's gorgeous body, I was pleased for both of them.

-

I hadn't knocked, that was because I didn't need to, everyone was out. But I was wrong, I wasn't alone in the house. She was there, on the bed, sleeping like a baby, and she was wearing a nightie. I should leave before she wakes up. However, being weak-willed, the temptation to stay a while and enjoy the view, was too much for me.

The nightie was more substantial than last time. Despite the cotton material being thicker, and its length longer, it couldn't hide her shapely body. Her big tits were straining against it, and I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra. That was enough to get me instantly hard.

Her legs were open, so I moved to the end of the bed so that I could look up her nightie. Frustratingly, I couldn't see her pussy. I cursed under my breath. This was just titillation, but I wanted more than that, I wanted to be excited by seeing her pussy. If only she'd spread her legs wider, then I'd get what I wanted. Was that too much to ask? I didn't think so, and the gods must have agreed with me, because they granted me my wish.

Her legs were suddenly opening, as if by magic, and they only stopped when they were as wide as they could be. My eyes were now fixed on my Mother's naked pussy, taking it all in!

Like my Sister, her pubic hair was neatly trimmed. Her large lips were identical to her Daughter's, but her clit was something else. It was a lot bigger, the dominant feature of her pussy. Her opening, glistening with her womanly juices, looked so inviting. That's when my thoughts turned towards the ultimate taboo. A Son fucking his Mother.

The time for leaving, before jerking off, if that was ever really an option, had long passed. My cock was now out of my jeans, and while staring at her pussy, imagining all the wonderful things that I could do to it, I was furiously stroking it. My hand was a blur.

It was a strong climax, an explosive one. With lots of spunk going high up into the air and then cascading down, like some sort of sticky rain, making a sizeable mess on the floor. It took me ages to clean it up.

I was now in my room, thinking about what had just happened. A carbon copy of that time with my Sister. Was this also going to escalate, eventually culminating in us becoming lovers? I had to laugh, because that was ridiculous, wasn't it? Then I thought some more about it.

As can often happen, one thing leads to another!

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