Bobby and Sylvia’s last night together.
All characters are over 18.
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A gentle tapping on my door woke me from my doze; glancing at my bedside clock told me it was just after 12 a. m.; Yay, I was now 21, happy birthday to me…
“Come in!” I stage-whispered, and my bedroom door inched open, slowly, so as not to set-off the squeaky hinge. And there she was, Sylvia, my darling, beautiful big sister, her long chestnut hair shining in the moonlight, and her pale hazel eyes gleaming.
“Bobby, I said I’d come!” she smiled, but I knew she would; she always did.
I threw back the bedclothes. Her eyes widened as she saw my naked body, and then her lips curved in a slow, delicious smile as she saw just how ready I was for her. With a quick shrug, her light dress was off her shoulders and sliding to the floor in a muted rustle of raw silk, to leave her standing in just her bra and panties, and sexy seamed stockings, her stiletto heels making her long legs look endless and stunning. She smiled at me the way she always does when I ogle her so nakedly, and asked me the question she always did.
“Like what you see, baby?”
I nodded, awestruck as always at just how unbelievably sexy my big sister was.
“Why don’t I come over there and show you some more?” she asked, giving me a flirty, suggestive wink as she rolled her hips, her large, firm breasts dancing with her motion.
I wordlessly held out my hands to her and she walked across the floor to me, her stiletto heels on the polished floorboards muted to a soft ‘tack-tacking’ sound as she cat-walked to me, exaggerating the sway of her hips, the way she knew I liked to see her walk.
“Why are you so beautiful?” I smiled, always my first question to her, and as usual, she gave me her stock reply, her eyes shining as she grinned.
“Because this is how you like to see me, Bobby my darling, only you get to see me like this; this is my gift for you on your birthday!”
She took my hands, her hands soft, silky, and warm.
“What do you want on your special day, sweetheart?” she murmured, her crimson lips inches from mine.
For answer, I pulled her close and kissed her, our lips suddenly wild and passionate, all pretense at decorum and sophistication out of the window; I wanted her, now, and she knew it, and from her kiss, she wanted me just as badly. I made to pull her onto the bed next to me but she smiled as she pulled away.
“First things first, baby-brother!” she grinned, reaching behind her back to unhook her bra, her breasts tolling like bells as she shook the garment down her arms and dropped it on the floor.
This was almost more than I could stand, and I reached for her, holding her deliciously firm peach-buttocks as I pulled her close to nuzzle and suck gently on her solid, fat little nipples.
Sylvia sighed as I suckled, her fingers twining in my hair as I loved her teats, sometimes giggling or gasping if I grazed her sensitive buds with my teeth. All the time her hips undulated as I clasped her taut cheeks, those two firm globes resting in my hands as though designed specifically for me to do just that.
“Bobby, Bobby, isn’t there anything else you want?” she murmured, her lips grazing my neck as she bent to whisper in my ear, and so I slid my hands into the waistband of her daring ‘La Perla’ panties and edged them down. Sylvia giggled as I took my time until I’d slid that lace and Lycra confection over her hips and half-way down her long, graceful thighs. Then she stepped away to take them off completely, her shimmy as she removed her panties a poem of motion, grace, and beauty.
And now she was naked, her eyes shining as she held her hands out to me, and so I stood, once more enfolding her in my arms as our lips crushed together, all our need, love and passion finding its way into our kiss, all the pent-up longing since the last time we’d done this forbidden, taboo, delightful thing.
When I broke our kiss to surface for air, she smiled happily, and slid into my bed, her eyes inviting me even as she threw back the covers in invitation.
“Come here, baby-brother, come and get your present!” she smiled, and my cock, already erect and ready for her, seemed to harden to an almost impossible degree; only she could do this to me; none of the other girls I’d been with had ever had this effect on me, nor would they, ever; this was for Sylvia only.
I slid into bed beside her, feeling her warm, silky skin mold itself to mine, almost as though she was becoming a part of me, which, in a sense, was already true.
Once again our lips met, and as my hands once more traced and discovered the contours of her beautiful, shapely derriere, her fingers tightened around my cock, squeezing me as her tongue darted around in my mouth, playing tag with my own.
I knew what I wanted to do to her, what I wanted to feel, so, breaking our kiss, I kissed instead her throat, her neck and shoulders, the valley between her breasts, kissing a line down her body even as my hands squeezed and fondled her spectacular breasts, until my questing lips met the soft silky fuzz of her pubic hair. She’d never shaved or waxed, but she did trim, for which I was eternally grateful; my most languid pleasure was to rub my tongue slowly through the silky thatch, feeling the soft, downy, dewy texture of each hair, before licking further, to my intended target and prize.
Sylvia sighed and stretched as my tongue brushed the apex of her slit, her eyes closed and the flush already creeping up her neck and shoulders as I licked more insistently, the hard little bead of her clitoris making its presence felt.
I slid lower down the bed so I could reach my goal more easily; Sylvia spread her legs to accommodate me, lifting her hips to allow me to slide my hands under her and hold her plush, firm little cheeks while my tongue bored in relentlessly, licking her from her sweet, tightly-creased little balloon-knot to the hood of her clitoris, her sighs a counterpoint to my stabbing licks as I ate my big sister.
“Oh God, Bobby, you do that so well, every time you do it I want more!” she half-groaned, half whispered, and when I pointed my tongue and pushed into her tight pussy, parting the swollen labia as I did, she pulled a pillow over her face as she shrieked, her orgasm overwhelming her, her pussy twitching and convulsing under my oral assault.