We took my car and went to a little bistro just off campus. It had great food and a nice view of the park on what was a perfect sunny afternoon. We talked and laughed. I swear anyone else seeing us would have thought it was a date, and that I was on my way to getting lucky later on. She touched my hand often and flirted innocently, safe with her big brother. We went to see a movie and sat close. I put my arm around her. Not sure why, but it felt good. Comfortable. She certainly didn’t seem to mind. She seemed to keep steering the conversation to my love life, or whether I found various celebrities attractive. I replied honestly, then asked her how far her last boyfriend had gotten. She winked and said, “Not far enough.” She stuck her tongue out at me and wiggled it seductively, then laughed at my shocked reaction.
We went to a bar away from campus I liked. It was quieter, and more of an older crowd. We had a drink or two, the waitress never attempting to check her ID. Heather was impressed. “All the other bars ID you like crazy.” I told her that here the crowd was usually older and quieter, and the alcohol licensing board was much less likely to pay attention to them, compared to the wilder dance clubs in town that catered to the college kids. She licked her lips lightly, and I was mesmerized.
Then, she started to flirt with the waitress, who was a very pretty lady I had noticed many times before. They playfully bantered back and forth every time she came by, and the double entendres they tossed around soon had me very turned on. Heather never struck me as bisexual, so maybe it was just the “college party girl” side of her coming out. I watched as she felt up the waitress’s butt and got her boob squeezed in return. The whole thing was so very hot. H. O. T. Hot. Heather winked at me and grinned. We left a hefty tip. My dick was so very hard.
As we walked back to the car, she laughed. “You should have seen your face in there.” I admitted to being in shock seeing her act like that. “I couldn’t help it, she was sexy.” I agreed she was and that the whole scene was arousing. Heather laughed. Playfully. “It didn’t bother you seeing your little sister flirting?” I told her at that moment all I saw were two attractive women hitting on each other. “Good to know I can turn a guy on when I want to.” Want to? Was she trying to do that to me on purpose? She smiled knowingly, and we got in the car.
Back at my place, I cracked open a beer and offered her one. She declined, and we curled up on the couch to find a movie. She insisted on watching a rom-com I wasn’t a fan of, and after all the alcohol we had consumed kicked in, I started to doze off with Heather snuggled up against me. So warm and comfortable. So relaxing. So good.
I awoke about an hour later to a kiss on the cheek. “Time to go to bed sleepy head.” She whispered in my ear. I stood and went into the bedroom. Heather followed me in and went into the bathroom. I stripped to my boxers and climbed in bed. I was expecting her to join me, but I wasn’t expecting her to do so in a lacy, frilly, short little nightgown that barely went past her butt. She had always worn more modest clothing when she slept in the bed with me. She slid in beside me and put her head back on my chest. I put my arm around her – our normal, comfortable position. I felt her silky nightgown, her hand on my stomach just above my waist. I felt her perfect tits pressed into my body. I couldn’t stop it. I got a massive erection. I rubbed her back slowly, and her nightgown worked its way up little by little. I felt her hand slowly inching downwards, so I let mine do the same. I reached the hem of her nightgown partway down her butt cheek and I felt her fingers lightly touch my boxers. Then, I felt flesh. My hand was on her butt. My sister’s perfect ass, and I was touching it. I froze, and she gave the softest of sighs and wiggled her hips subtly. I squeezed, and felt her hands opening the fly of my boxers.
I sucked in my breath and held it. Heather seemed to sense this, she lifted her head and looked up at me. That smile. Those eyes. I melted right there. My hand rubbed her ass firmly and she giggled lightly. “You’re playing with my butt, big brother,” she cooed.
“I am. And I think you like it,” was my response.
“Hmmm. I think I like this more,” and with that, she touched my hard cock and ran her fingernails lightly along the shaft lightly. Oooh fuck, that felt good.
She pulled her hand away and I froze. Was that too much? Did we go too far? My question was soon answered as she started pulling my boxers down my legs. I lifted my hips and soon they were as far down as she could pull them without moving her body off me. She grasped my dick in her tiny little hand and I thought I might cum then and there. She played with it lightly, feeling along its length, holding my balls in her hand, then giving it good stroke. I tried to work my hand up under her ass to explore further, but my arms would only stretch so far in this position. She whispered “wait,” so I contented myself with cupping her ass in my palm and squeezing as she stroked my cock with more determination now. Softer, then harder. Faster, then slower. I swear, almost the exact technique Mandy has used on it. I wondered for a second if they had talked about this or even practiced together. Suddenly, the thought of them naked together hit my mind’s eye and I groaned.
Heather continued her manipulations, each stroke sending me further and further down the road to orgasm. I wanted to cum so badly, but I didn’t want the feeling she was giving me to end. I squeezed her ass now and then, more just to show her I was still engaged in the act, as her stroking had rendered the rest of me motionless. “Ooooh baby,” I said aloud.
She took this as a sign to speed up and before I could react, I was cumming. The first shot hit her in the forehead. She squealed but kept jerking. Streams of cum landed on my chest and coated her hand. She slowed to a stop and then pulled herself to her knees and surveyed her handiwork. I looked up and she smiled big at me. “That was a lot of fun. Now you can go to sleep.” She walked to the bathroom, and as she did, I watched her nightgown drop down and cover (barely) her ass. I was asleep before she got back into bed.
My dreams went back and forth. I saw a never-ending stream of tits, asses, nipples and pussy. I felt hands and mouths on my dick. I was hard for ages and I was jerked and sucked off by beautiful women over and over and over again. What a feeling that was. Wonderful, warm, and once again, wet… I realized I was no longer dreaming. I opened my eyes and saw that chestnut hair moving up and down. I felt a mouth and tongue on my hard cock. My sister’s mouth. My sister’s tongue. Fuuuuuck it was good. Better than any blow job in the history of mankind, I swear. I groaned, and Heather looked up. “Morning bro,” she said, then lowered her mouth back to my dick and resumed her work. I touched her hair and she sucked harder. She sighed on my dick. I groaned again.
She shifted her weight and swung her body around to me. She still had on only the thin, silky nightgown, which was now ridden up above her waist. I saw that perfect ass coming towards me, her talented mouth never leaving my cock. She deftly swung a leg over me and I looked up to see a set of pink, puffy, perfect, pussy lips descending towards my face. I stuck my tongue out and licked along them as soon as they were close enough. She moaned on my dick, and I lapped at them with gusto. I was no stranger to eating pussy. I’d like to think I was pretty good at it, having had my face covered in girl cum on several occasions. I dove straight in, determined to make her feel as good as my cock did that very second. She tasted wonderful. Soon, she sat upright, and my tongue buried itself between her lips. I licked and sucked, alternating, reading her body to see what felt good to her. She sat up and put a hand on my chest and bounced a few times, and I felt a wave of warm fluid over my mouth. She stiffened a bit then moaned extremely loud.
I lightened my touch, waiting for her to give me a signal. She did, swinging around and kissing me on the lips. Her tongue swirled around mine, tasting her cum and driving me wild. She stroked my dick a few times and then raised herself up and slid herself onto my waiting cock. Slowly, gently I watched her wet pussy envelop my hard dick. She was so tight, so warm, so fucking HOT. She groaned as each inch slid inside her. She thrust herself down and then raised herself back up. The sensation of her pussy sliding up and down my shaft was electric. I groaned loudly, and she started fucking me harder, riding my dick with a controlled aggression. I reached under her nightgown and touched those perfect tits for the first time, rolling her nipples back and forth, then tugging lightly on each one. She whipped the gown over her head and off, and I gazed upon them, those perfect orbs bouncing softly up and down in my hands as her body moved on my cock. She smiled down at me and licked her lips. I nearly came then. I leaned forward and took one nipple in my mouth. I sucked on it firmly, swirling my tongue around it while I squeezed her other breast. She reached down and started rubbing her clit while she rode me, and her moans became guttural as she hit another orgasm. She trembled and shuddered. I felt the rush in my balls. I whispered, “I’m about to cum.”
In a flash, she was off my dick and had it in her mouth. No gentle sucking now, she was nearly fucking my dick with her mouth, up and down, with constant suction. Her juices rolled down my shaft and I exploded in her mouth. She stopped and tongued my dick as I came, load after load. I threw my head back and thrust my hips up, lost in the pleasure. She swallowed again and again before she pulled her mouth off my still hard cock. She looked at me, licked her lips again and smiled. “Holy Fuck. Lisa was right. That was good.” I nodded, unable to speak. Her words lost on me for a moment.