My sister's Always Hot

I used to despise the fact my sister, Christi, and her husband,
lived just down the block from us. But my feelings changed.
They started having terrible arguments on a regular basis,
always late in the evening, which led Christi to come home
looking for either advice or sympathy or both.

Mom and Dad own and run a convenience store which keeps them
busy until midnight six days a week. So when Christi comes
bursting in during the evening, it's my ear she always bends
with her problems. Since their last arguments always flare up
late, Christi always runs in wearing her sleep wear, robe and
slippers. At first I cautioned her about being out at night
wearing next to nothing, but it did no good so I stopped.

Christi and I sit in the living room to talk. Or maybe I
should say she talks and I listen. I've found that's about all
she needs. Somebody to listen to her. I always turn the TV
down, offer her something to drink which she always refuses, and
sit in the chair across from the couch. Christi kicks her
slippers off, plants herself on the couch and never hesitates in
describing the current topic of their arguments.

Maybe I should never have paid any attention the first time,
but I did. When she pulls her feet up on couch and wraps her
arms around her knees, I usually see the crotch of her short
pajama bottoms. But whooee! When she's wearing a gown, she
never wears panties, and I get an unobstructed view of her naked
pussy.

I tried my best not to look between her legs, but soon gave up
and started looking forward to the evenings she wore a gown. My
dick would swell and I wouldn't hear half of what she said. I
even chastised myself for the thoughts I was having about my own
sister.

Then a few months later, while I was staring at her pussy, she
must have asked me a question. When I didn't answer, she
discovered why. "Why you filthy-minded brother!" she exclaimed.

I hung my head, waiting for the blessing out I deserved.
Instead, I saw her bare feet approach my chair and the next
thing I knew she said, "Here. Why don't you have a good look?"
She pulled her long robe and short gown up, put them over my
head and pulled my head toward her!

I froze, my nose tickled by her soft, curly, pussy hair.
"Well, brother dear," she asked softly, "does this satisfy your
dirty mind?"

I didn't know what to say. The tone of her voice didn't sound
like she was mad at me. All I could think of was how much I
wanted her body. Something I guess I'd been afraid to admit to
myself until then.

"Typical of a man," Christi said after a minute or two. "You
guys like to look and have nasty thoughts and make nasty remarks
to each other, but when it comes right down to it, you sit there
and don't even know what to do."

I still didn't know what to say. And I sure got the surprise
of my life when she pulled my face tight against her pussy, and
said so softly I barely heard her, "The least you could do in a
situation like this is lick me there."

Whooee! It was really like a dream come true! Sliding my
hands up the backs of her bare legs, I gently held her asscheeks
and tried to find her slit with the tip of my tongue.

"Oh, Alan," she whispered as her legs and ass started to
quiver. "Lick lower. I want to feel your hot tongue wiggle
between my pussy lips. I haven't been touched there for months."

She let a lot of their problems out of the bag with that
statement. if my brother-in-law wasn't taking care of his
homework, no wonder they argued so much about so many things.

From that thought on, my brain got a little fuzzy. Christi
raised up on her tip-toes, pushed my head down and back a
little, and moaned, "Lick me now. Oh damn, Alan. Lick me now!"

She was so wet by then, my tongue easily slipped between her
puffy pussy lips. I licked up and down, tasting her aromatic
juices, until the tip of my tongue parted the very top of her
pussy lips and found her stiff sex button.

"Oh, dam, Alan!" she gasped. "If you lick hard right there I
think I can come! Make me, come, Alan! Oh, please make me
come!"

An instant later she started bouncing on her tip-toes, rubbing
her hard little sex button up and down on my tongue, and moaned,
"I'm going to come! Oh, dearest brother, am I really going to
come!"

Her hot, thick juice smothered my nose and mouth and ran down
my chin. "I'm coming!" she literally yelled. "I'm coming on
your pussy-fucking tongue."

All motion stopped as more and more of her thick, slippery
juice bathed my mouth and chin. Her hands relaxed on my head
and she moaned softly , "I love you even more or making me feel
like this. I'm sure I'll want to do this again - if you want
to?"

Responding to her question, I nuzzled my mouth between her
sticky pussy lips and sucked hard on her still stiff sex button.
In just a minute or two I felt her weight sagging onto my
hands. With my head under her gown, I slid out of the chair and
followed her body to the floor.

As she lay back, I pushed her gown and robe of my head, took
one look at her so desirable pussy and went down on her.
Tonguing her wide open pussy slowly, I felt her hands on my head
again, guiding my mouth back to her stiff sex button. Locking
my lips around it, I started sucking on it, surprised at how
long it grew.

"Oh, Alan," she breathed. " I feel like I've died and gone to
heaven. I don't think I can come again, but you can do anything
to me you want."

Pushing her legs wide apart with my shoulders, I nuzzled,
lapped and tongued her pussy lips and shrinking sex button for
several minutes, until she whispered, "I really don't want you
to, but you'll have to stop now or my love nib will get sore."

She raised my head with her hands, then pulled herself into a
sitting position. With her face inches from mine she whispered
softly, as if someone else might hear, "I have never felt so
totally good all over. Never. If I had known you'd make me
feel like this, I'd have had your mouth on my pussy a long time
ago."

That said, she kissed me full on the lips, opening her mouth
and sucking for my tongue. She darned near sucked all the
breath out of me the way she went after my tongue! Then,
surprising me again, I felt her hand rub the front of my jeans.
My dick instantly jumped back to a full hard-on.

"I know," she whisper-giggled. "But I've got to get cleaned up
and home before the son-of-a-you-know-what comes looking for me.
You'll just have to save it for another time."

Putting her hands on my shoulders, she pulled her bare legs out
from under me, got on her knees, gave me a quick kiss and stood
up. "I wish I could stay but I've got to go. Bu don't worry,
there will certainly be another argument at my house tomorrow
evening."

I watched her go down the hall to the bathroom, mixed thoughts
running through my still-fuzzy brain. It can't be wrong, I
concluded, for a brother and sister to love each other as much
as we did. I couldn't wait to be with her again.

I might as well not have gone to the office the next day. All
I could think about was my sister's wonderful body. I wondered
what her tits looked and felt like. I wondered if her pussy
would be loose or tight on my dick. When I started wondering if
she'd suck my dick, I had to force my mind to stop thinking
about her or come in my pants.

Though the time seemed to pass so awfully slow, I was home from
work, Mom had gone back to the store after supper, and it was
going on eight o'clock before I knew it. After a quick shower,
I turned up the thermostat a little and slid into clean jeans
without putting on my shorts. Give her a surprise, I thought,
what the hell, and didn't put a shirt or socks on.

Christi showed up right after eight, but no fussing and fuming
as usual. She told me he had started a terrible argument, but
once out of the house she couldn't even remember what the
argument was about. She looked radiant! Maybe she always had
and I'd just never noticed. I couldn't help thinking what a
fool my brother-in-law was.

Christi pressed herself against me right in front of the open
door, pulled my head down and kissed me. A sweet, non-demanding
kiss, as she ran her fingernails gently up and down my back.

Easing us away from the door, I closed and locked it. She
clung to me like glue, nipping at my chin then my ear with her
teeth and giggling softly. A moment later her mouth was
fastened to my nipple, sucking gently. I'd never heard of such
a thing but must tell you it's a delightful sensation. Moving
sideways, I led us into the living room and close to the couch.

"Oh no you don't" she giggled. "This is my night. My turn to
repay your favors of last night."

Climbing up on the couch, she sat on the back of it and opened
her long robe. Whooee! I'm sure glad nobody knew what I knew
while she was walking down the street. She was naked. Totally
naked and as beautiful as I'd ever seen her.

Shrugging the robe off her shoulders, she cupped both her ample
tits as if holding them out to me and whispered, "Kiss them for
me."

Kneeling between her bare legs, with her pussy hair tickling my
stomach, I sucked on one nipple until it was round and hard,
then the other. "Oh, Alan," she breathed softly. "There's so
many things I want you to do to me, and me to do to you. I've
never felt so alive and so much a woman."

Pushing my face away from her tits and me off the couch, she
whispered, "You just stand still and watch."

Spreading her shapely legs wide, she began playing with
herself. First she rubbed and pulled on her tits. Then her
hands moved down between her legs and she began teasing her own
pussy. Slowly she pulled her pussy lips apart and eased one
finger into herself. Her head was thrown back and I was sure
she would fall off the back of the couch.

"I did this last night after he went to sleep," she muttered.
"Thinking about your mouth and tongue, I brought myself off with
one finger."

Pulling her shiny finger out of her pussy, she stuck it in her
mouth and sucked on it for a moment as she slid off the back of
the couch and stood facing me with her eyes closed. Still
sucking her own finger, she knelt, found the front of my jeans
with one hand, unsnapped them, then unzipped them.

My hard-on flopped out against her cheek, causing her to slide
her finger out of her mouth and giggle, "Sneaky. No underwear.
I like it!"

I groaned uncontrollably as her warm had wrapped around my dick
and her hot lips slid over its bulging head. She seemed starved
for the taste of a man. In seconds she was vigorously sucking
up and down my dick and playing with my balls.

Letting her lips slide to the very tip of my dick, she rolled
her eyes up and moaned, "I want my pussy fucked by your dick
more than I ever wanted a man before, Alan. But I owe you this,
so tonight you use my mouth like I used yours last night."

Instantly, her sucking mouth was down on me again. I could
feel her take more and more of me into her mouth, until the head
of my dick was banging the back of her throat. I knew I
couldn't take much of her sucking mouth without coming, and told
her so.

Again letting her lips slide to the tip of my dick, she moaned,
"That's what I want. To feel your hot come choking me while
your balls slap my chin. You don't have to be easy with me."

I stood there with my hands on my forward thrusting hips.
Christi's sucking, twisting mouth began making delicious sounds
around my throbbing hard-on. Her fingers worked a sort of magic
on my balls. Before I knew it, I lost control.

She threw her arms around my legs, forcing my dick to start
down her throat, as I shot load after load. When my dick
stopped shooting off and was just dribbling, she started sucking
again, pulling every last drop out of me.

When she realized I wasn't going to come anymore, she let my
dick slip out of her mouth, took it in her hand and stood up in
my face. "Was that good for you?" she asked, licking my cum off
her lips.

I ran my hand up between her legs, sliding the side of my
finger against her dripping pussy lips and told her I'd never
been sucked off before. Spreading her legs slightly, she
squeezed my dick and remarked, "It's till hard. Give you any
ideas?"

Sinking to the floor together, I kicked my jeans off my feet
and slid up between her legs. Christi guided my dickhead to her
pussy and moaned, "Oh, yes! Shove that monster up my love canal
and fuck the hell out of me!"

I love to hear her talk like that. She held my dick until its
swollen head was past her pussy lips. As she moved her hand out
of the way, she moaned, "Ram it to me! Fuck me wild! Bite my
nipples and make me come!"

I couldn't shove it all to her at once. Her pussy was too
tight. Easing into her, I bent over and nipped her hard nipple
gently. Her legs wrapped around my sides and crossed above my
back, raising her pussy up onto my dick fast.

"Fuck, Alan!" she moaned with a distorted voice. "Fuck me deep
and hard. I hope you can pump me full of cum, too! For God's
sake, will you fuck my silly head off."

She's unbelievable to say the least. We fucked for sensational
long minutes. I sucked and bit her nipples and she scratched at
my back and heaved herself up and down on my dick. Much to my
own delight, I started coming too.

'YES, ALAN!" she screeched. "It's so hot squirting into me!
Just fuck and come and fuck and come! Do it like it's the last
time you'll ever get laid."

I hoped she didn't mean that. The rougher I got with her the
more she wanted. But, like they say, all good things must come
to an end. Lying on top of her as my dick went limp inside her
squeezing pussy, I took a close look at he face. Satisfaction
is what I hoped I was seeing.

Both of us drifted off to a restful place for a few minutes.
Christi was the first to say anything to bring us back to
reality.

"I'll leave him if you want me to. And you better know I
wouldn't mind never seeing him again. You and I can go
someplace and love and live together. I know you'll find a good
job and work hard. And when you get home at night I'll feed
your stomach, then you can feed my pussy. Can we do that, Alan?
Without killing Mom and Dad?"

Rolling off her, it took me a while to absorb the magnitude of
what she'd said and asked. I asked her why we couldn't just
keep things going like they were. She told me I should know
that sooner or later we'd get caught. That, she added, would be
scandalous, and doing it her way would be quieter.

Raising herself above me, her warm tits just touching my chest,
she summarized her complete line of thoughts. "I want to have
your baby."

Talk about having your mind blown! I argued a little,
carefully choosing my words so as not to even approach starting
an argument. She listened, then repeated herself.

"You're my man now, brother or not. It's your dick I want
fucking me from now on, and only yours. It's your tongue and
mouth I want on my pussy. It's your dick I want blasting cum
down my throat. And listen close, Alan. It's your baby I want
to have. It's you I want to be the father of my c***dren. Not
their uncle. Their father. And last, it you I want to love and
be with the rest of my life."

Whooee again! There was no doubt she had her mind made up. I
asked for a week or so to think things over and maybe start
making some plans. She took hold of my soft dick and responded,
"Fair enough. As long as I get all your dick I can handle and
you take care of my pussy and body like we both know you can."

There was a lot more kissing, touching, feeling and teasing
before she left that night. During the next few days, she stuck
to her made-up mind and I weighed the benefits and problems.
After a sweating-bodies-hot Tuesday evening, I said okay.

Christi have been together two years now. We have a beautiful
daughter who we have had medically checked by three different
pediatricians. Little Rene, named after our mom, is perfect,
physically and mentally. Comet to think of it, so are Christi
and I!