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Breakfast conversation was very tense the following morning... at least for me. I hadn't slept very well. Cindy, on the other hand, seemed her normal self. She tried in vain to engage me in conversation, but only received grunts in reply. I was sulking and didn't even know why. I hadn't really done anything wrong and I certainly wasn't mad at her. It wasn't anger. I felt guilty... like I had taken advantage of my sister. It was irrational I know, but I was confused.
"Well little brother, I have to get to work," she said and got up. "You have a wonderful day."
"Uh... yeah, sure."
"Oh and by the way, don't take the video back. I want to see the rest."
"I bought it," I responded. It was an "as is" final sale. I couldn't take it back if I wanted... especially not without explaining what was really on the tape.
She smiled and said, "Good, then we can watch it as much as we want." With that she was gone, leaving me as perplexed as I had been last night.
I went to work in a mental fog. I rang up people's grocery orders wrong, didn't hear questions customers asked, and generally screwed up everything I touched. I even made a wrong turn on the expressway on the way home after nigh school and had to drive five miles out of my way. I finally resolved to not let it bother me. After all, Cindy was the one that initiated everything. Why not enjoy it and let her dictate how far the exploration went? I thought.
When I walked into the apartment, Cindy was sitting on the sofa painting her toenails. She was wearing a short blue silk robe with one foot up on the coffee table. She looked up and smiled. "Hi Robbie, you're late tonight."
"Sorry, heavy traffic on the freeway," I lied.
"I've been waiting for you so we can watch 'our movie'."
I wondered when it had become "our movie". "Let me get changed and showered. I won't take long."
"Okay," she said without looking up and continued to paint her toenails.
I found myself glancing at her legs. The robe had fallen off one leg, exposing much of her thigh. I could see silky flesh almost all the way to her ass. I forced myself to turn away.
A few minutes later I came out of the bathroom wearing a pair of cut off sweat pants and no shirt. I had boldly left my underwear off. "I'll get a soda. Want a glass of wine?"
"Already had three," she giggled, "but I'll take another."
I placed the bottle of wine on the coffee table front of Cindy and I sat close to her, making sure my hip touched hers. "Ready?" I asked as calmly as possible. However, I was anything but calm inside. My heart was pounding in my chest.
"Yes, I've been excited all day," she whispered as if someone could hear her.
It did feel sneaky watching someone's intimate home movie.
When the video came on, the scene had Mrs. Fields lying on the bed with her legs spread. It appeared to be a continuation of the other scene. The camera zoomed in until it was on her pussy. It was swollen and leaking sperm. Suddenly another man appeared. My eyes opened wide. It was Mr. Fields. I looked at Cindy to see that her eyes were just as wide as mine were. We watched as he crawled onto the bed and between her legs. A second later he was fucking her like her lover had a few minutes before.
It didn't take him long to climax.
When the screen went blank, both Cindy and I let out our breath and relaxed. Before we took our second breath, the screen came to life again. Like the first time, Mrs. Fields came into the room followed by a man. It was a different man this time.
Cindy and I looked at each other and raised our eyebrows. Mrs. Fields was quite a slut. We watched as the pretty older woman went wild with her lover again. As we watched, the camera zoomed in.
I looked at Cindy... we shrugged our shoulders... someone was operating the camera.
The two on the bed fucked in every conceivable position, including her siting on his huge cock and riding him like she was in a rodeo. He climaxed inside her and she fell to the bed. However, they were not done. Within a few minutes, Mrs. Fields was sucking on her lover's cock. The camera zoomed in for a close up. She winked at the screen. When she had the stranger hard, she got onto her knees. He climbed behind her.
"Fuck my ass," she cried.
Cindy and I gasped. Then we watched as the stranger moved the head of his cock to her tight asshole. The head looked far too large to penetrate the tiny hole. Slowly the stranger pressed forward. The sphincter resisted before if finally gave way. Mrs. Fields bellowed in excitement. The stranger began to fuck her hard. Over and over his long cock went deep into her ass until he screamed in climax.
By the time they were done, Cindy and I were very excited. My cut off sweat pants had a huge tent in them and there was a wet circle when the head had leaked juice. However, I didn't try to hide it this time. I had seen Cindy look over at my crotch several times.
Like it happened the first time, after the stranger was done, Mr. Fields took his place.
When that scene ended, I used the remote to flip off the VCR and TV. Cindy and I sat staring at the dark television for a while without speaking. Finally she turned and looked at me. Then her eyes scanned down my chest until they reached my still tented shorts. I intentionally made my cock twitch, moving the material of my sweat pants up and down.
Cindy looked back up at me and whispered, "I want to see it."
I knew what she meant, but I said, "What?"
"I want to see your cock," she whispered excitedly.
When I didn't move, she reached over. I noticed her hand trembling as she stuck her fingers under the waistband of my shorts. She lifted the elastic until she could see the swollen head of my cock. I moaned and threw my head back, closing my eyes.
"Oh my goodness," she gasped. "It's huge."
I could feel her eyes on my cock as I sat frozen with my hands at my sides.
"Wait a minute," Cindy said, letting the elastic snap back in place. She stood up.
I opened my eyes in time to see her sway a bit on her feet. Then I watched her go into the bathroom. A second later she came back with a towel and bottle of massage oil.
"Let me give you a massage."
"Huh?" I said, thinking she wanted to massage my feet.
Then she knelt at my feet, placing the towel and massage oil on the coffee table. Next she reached for the waistband of my shorts. "Lift up," she said.
"Cindy... we... what..." I stammered.
"Just shut up and lift up," she ordered.
When I raised my hips, she quickly pulled my shorts to my ankles. Suddenly I was sitting in front of my sister totally naked with a giant erection. My face turned red with embarrassment. But that did nothing to reduce my excitement. My cock throbbed and juice poured from the slit. A long strand of clear liquid connected my stomach to my cock head.
Cindy stared at my shaft with a look of amazement on her face. I knew that my cock was larger than some men's were. But I hadn't had any experience with women to know how much larger. Apparently she thought it was pretty big.
"God Robbie, it's beautiful... and big."
I blushed.
Cindy reached for the towel and had me lift up so she could put it on the sofa under me. Then she picked up the bottle of oil. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft.
I moaned, lifting my hips excitedly. I couldn't believe how soft and cool her hand felt on my burning cock.
She held my erection and poured a stream of oil over the head. The silvery oil mixed with my juice and ran down the shaft and over her fingers. She put the bottle down, placing her other hand on my cock, one above the other, and began to slide her hands up and down. Her mouth was open as she took gasps of breath... her eyes stared at my cock... her hands slipping sensuously up and down the shaft.
Bolts of pleasure washed over my body as I watched my sister masturbate me. She squeezed me firmly, yet gently, as she twisted and turned her fists. Up and down the shaft she moved. When a hand would reach the head, she would circle her fingers around it and squeeze, moving it in a twisting motion.
I wasn't sure how much I could take. My balls were churning in their sacks and my cock was pulsing, drooling a steady stream of pre-cum juice. However, when I felt like I couldn't take any more, she would squeeze the base of the shaft tightly until the crisis passed. Then with a lustful smile she would start again.
Within a few minutes I was moaning constantly. I had never felt anything so good in my life. My hips moved on the sofa in time with the pumping of her hands.
"God s*s, you're... driving... me crazy," I hissed.
She giggled.
"I've got to cum," I said. But it was a plea and not an order.
"Alright," Cindy said breathlessly. With that she began to move her hands faster.
"Oh God!" I gasped.
Cindy's eyes were fixed on my cock as she pumped her hands up and down rapidly now. The room filled with a sloppy sucking sound and our combined gasps for breath.
"Oh Goddddddd, I'm going to cummmmmm!!!!" I screamed. I lifted my hips from the sofa.
Cindy pulled the skin of my cock downward toward my balls and held it tight.
"Ahhhhhh," I moaned. Suddenly a blast of juice spit from the head, arching high into the air. It appeared to be moving in slow motion... a white streak of juice reaching its peak high above our heads before falling to my chest with a splat. I heard Cindy squealing in delight. Her voice seemed to come from somewhere far away. Blast after blast of juice shot out of my cock, covering my chest and stomach.
"My God!" Cindy exclaimed as it kept coming. She kept pumping until there was only a trickle of juice dribbling from the head. Then she sat back. "Wow, little brother, or should I say 'big' brother, I've never seen so much cum in my life."
I blushed and looked down to see the cream covering my chest and stomach. Cindy's hands, which were on my thighs now, were also covered in sperm.
She stood up. "Did you like that?" she asked rhetorically.
I looked up and nodded weakly.
"Well, I have to get to bed... got an early meeting at work tomorrow." With that she leaned over me and placed her lips on mine.
I was surprised when I felt her tongue pushing on my lips. I moaned and opened my mouth, letting her in. Suddenly we were kissing like lovers. She pressed her mouth hard to mine, twirling her tongue around. I hadn't kissed many girls, but I am a quick learner. My tongue pushed hers back into her mouth. She moaned and sucked on mine. When she finally pulled away, my mouth was open and I was gasping for breath again. My sleeping cock began to twitch.
"See you in the morning," she whispered. She touched my face gently before she disappeared into the bedroom.
I sat on the sofa in silence for a time. Nothing had prepared me for what my sister had just done. My head was still spinning. I couldn't think straight. I pulled myself up and staggered to my room. I flopped onto the bed. Suddenly I heard what I thought was crying coming from Cindy's room. I went over to the wall and listened. What I heard was definitely not crying. There were little whimpers followed by moans. I would have thought Dexter was with her had I not known that she was alone. It was obvious that my sister was masturbating. A little chill ran through me when I realized that she was doing it with cum covered fingers. My cock came back to life immediately. A few minutes later I was shooting another load, into my hand this time, as I listened to my sister's orgasmic cries.
As I lay awake long after our mutual pleasure, I realized that I was desperately in love with my sister.
The following morning, as I passed the sofa, my mind rushed back to what had happened on that very spot last night... my own sister had jerked me off. I shook my head and forced myself to go into the kitchen.
Cindy was already up. She was sitting at the table with her cup of coffee, reading the morning paper. When I walked in she looked up and smiled sweetly. "Good morning Robbie," she said. From her facial expression, one would never know what she had done to me last night.
I boldly walked over and kissed her on the lips, pushing my tongue into her mouth. Her mouth was sweet with the taste of mouthwash and a hint of coffee. When she didn't resist me, I put my hand behind her head as I explored her open mouth with my tongue. We were both breathless when I finally pulled away.
I saw her surprised look. "Good morning to you s*s," I said. I sat down at the table with a cup of coffee and a wide grin. "Hey s*s, would you like me to get another movie for Friday night? Or watch "our" movie," I smiled lustfully.
"Oh, I'm sorry sweetie, but I have a date with Dexter."
I could feel the blood drain from my face. It seemed as if she had stuck a pin in my balloon. Amazingly, I had forgotten all about Dexter in the last several days. The jerk, I thought and felt my anger building. "What about Saturday night?" I asked, trying to keep the irritation from my voice.
Cindy got a sad look on her face. "Sorry sweetie, but Dexter doesn't have many weekends free and he said he wanted to spend this one with me."
I couldn't hold it back anymore. "What do you see in that jerk? He flashes money around like he's some big shot. He's just a spoiled little rich boy with a giant ego. And, a total asshole to boot," I blurted. As soon as the words were out of my mouth I regretted them.
I saw fire in Cindy's eyes. "Don't talk to me like that!" she almost screamed. "You don't know anything about him. Besides, who I date is my business and not yours." Her face was red with anger.
The room suddenly fell silent. Both of us were steaming. I figured a quick exit was called for. I stormed out of the kitchen, quickly dressed and went to work.
I felt bad all morning about what I had said to Cindy. I debated calling her to apologize. Unfortunately, the store was busy all day, so I never had the chance.
My mind was working overtime though. Dexter was a big problem. He had always been an issue, but now he was coming between my sister and I. There had to be some way to get him out of the picture. I was daydreaming, ringing up a customer's order, when a plan suddenly came to me. I knew just what to do. If my theory was correct, Dexter was history.
Normally I am not a devious person. I tend to take people at their word and believe what they say. However, I had always been suspicious of Dexter. Something about him didn't sit well with me. I thought I knew the reason why.
When I left work that afternoon, I drove downtown to Dexter's office, parking in the lot near his sports car. It was about six thirty when he came out of the office building. He was whistling like he didn't have a care in the world. When he pulled off the lot, I was a safe distance behind him. He stopped at the cleaners to pick up some laundry before getting onto the expressway. I knew he had an apartment in town... so I wondered why he was taking the expressway.
I followed him for over an hour... my old Jeep straining to keep up with his powerful sports car. When we exited the expressway and the traffic thinned, I backed off to make sure he didn't see me. Finally he turned into a long driveway to what appeared to be an estate that had a large iron security gate. There was a brick wall surrounding the property. I quickly parked on the street and found a spot where I could scale the wall. Hoping that they didn't have guard dogs, I stumbled my way through the woods until I could see the house. I waited with my camera.
The sun was just going down and my hopes were dimming when I saw Dexter come out of the house. Behind him was a pretty woman followed by two small c***dren. Got him! I thought. They climbed into an SUV as I snapped photos.
I drove home with a smile on my face. I stayed in my room that evening and put together an envelope with a note. I wrote a message that said, "Here are some photos I took of you and your family. If you don't leave Cindy Matthews alone, the photos will be sent to her." I also included a photo of Dexter and Cindy kissing that I stole from Cindy's room. "The photo of Cindy and you will go to your wife. Have a nice day."
I didn't really know if the woman Dexter was with was his wife or even that the c***dren were his. However, I had pretty good circumstantial evidence that they were. It explained why he didn't have many weekends free. I was assuming that Cindy didn't know that he was married. I was fairly sure that she wouldn't be involved with a married man. Besides, I figured I had nothing to lose by exposing him. Even if he knew that I was doing this (the photo of Cindy and him kissing could give me away), it didn't matter. What was he going to do anyway?
The following evening was Friday night. Cindy was to meet Dexter at a restaurant downtown, as they often did. She and I had not talked since the blowup. However, it was obvious that we both wanted to. When she came out of her room that night she was wearing a pretty blue pleated skirt, white blouse with high heels. The skirt came to mid-thigh, exposing her well-shaped legs. She also had on silk nylons. I wondered if the nylons were pantyhose or thigh-high. I guessed thigh-high. It was a little chilly out so she had a jacket that matched her skirt. She looked very sexy.
I was sitting on the sofa when she walked past. I caught a whiff of her sweet perfume and felt a pain in my heart. "You look pretty," I said as she passed.
She stopped and looked at me as if she was trying to figure out if I were serious.
I smiled and said, "Really."
Her serious face changed to a smile immediately. "Thank you Robbie."
"s*s..."
"Robbie..." we said at the same time. Then we laughed.
"I'm sorry for the things I said," I said sincerely.
"I'm sorry about my reaction too," she answered.
I stood up. "Listen, I was out of line. You obviously can date anyone you want. I had no right to say those things about Dexter. He might be a great guy."
"Thank you again Robbie. He is a good guy... you'll see."
Yeah, I'll see, I thought. "If you like him, I'll try to like him as well," I lied.
A little tear showed in Cindy's eye. She wiped it away and stepped toward me.
I put my arms around her for a hug. I drew in the scent of her hair and sweet perfume. When we pulled away, I looked into her eyes. "Have fun tonight."
"I will," she said as we continued to hold each other.
Then she leaned forward to touch her lips to mine. I suppressed a moan and responded. Her mouth opened when my tongue touched her lips. A moan escaped her throat as our tongues dueled. I felt her tremble.
She pushed me away, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I've got to go," she sighed. With that she pecked my lips again then rubbed lipstick from my lips.
Now all I had to do was wait.
I heard the keys in the lock as I sat on the sofa. It was just past ten. I felt excitement and worry at the same time. A million questions rushed through my mind. Did Dexter show up tonight? If so, did they have a fight? Did he deny everything? Was I wrong about him?
As soon as I saw Cindy I had some of the answers. Her eye makeup was smeared, indicating that she had been crying. I jumped up and hurried over to her. "What's wrong?" I asked, grabbing her shoulders and looking into her eyes. I could smell alcohol on her breath. She swayed a bid and I put my arm around her.
"I was stood-up. Dexter didn't show," she hissed angrily. Then she added, "I tried to call his cell phone ten times and there was no answer."
I wanted to leap for joy. However, I caught myself and said, "Well, maybe he just got hung up in traffic."
"Yeah, right," she said with a slight slur to her voice. "He can walk to the bar from his office. I sat at the bar and drank by myself all night... fending off twenty guys trying to pick me up."
"I'm so sorry s*s," I said as sincerely as I could muster. I fought to keep a smile from my face. While I knew what I had done was devious, I had convinced myself that it was the best thing for Cindy. "Come over to the sofa and sit down. Do you want some coffee or something?"
"No coffee. Get me a glass of wine please."
I hurried into the kitchen and poured her a glass of wine. When I came out, she was sitting on the sofa with her head back. I sat next to her, handing her the glass. She turned it up and drank it down.
"Wow," I said, taking the empty glass from her. I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.
I heard her sniffle. "You're the best man in my life Robbie. You've always been here for me." She began to sob.
I turned her face up to me and looked into her tear filled eyes. My heart went out to her. "You're the good one s*s. I'm really sorry about Dexter," I said... sincere this time. Our lips were drawn together. It was the sweetest kiss we had ever shared. Her mouth opened wide for me, and my tongue found hers. My hand, which was lying on her waist, slowly moved upward. My heart was thumping in my chest as the back of my hand touched her breast. When I felt the warmth of her flesh through the thin material of her blouse, I realized that she didn't have a bra on. With a bold move I opened my hand and caressed her breast.
"Mmmm," Cindy moaned into my mouth.
I wasn't sure if it was in protest or not. However, she made no move to stop me. I caressed her soft breast for several minutes as we continued to kiss. Then my fingers searched for the buttons of her blouse. Waiting for her to stop me, I slowly opened one button at a time until I reached the waist of her skirt. With a moan I slipped my hand under the material of her blouse and cupped her bare breast. I trembled with excitement at the feel of her warm flesh under my palm.
"Ohhhhhh... mmmmmm," she gasped into my mouth.
When she still didn't push me away, my fingers found an already hard nipple. I tweaked the large nub and then squeezed it hard.
Cindy gasped again and pulled her lips from mine. I feared that she was going to stop me. Instead she threw her head back on the sofa and closed her eyes. I took that as an okay to proceed. I brazenly pulled her blouse from her skirt and opened the last buttons. Then I spread the silky material open until both of her breasts were exposed. I had never seen anything so beautiful. Her breasts were large fleshy mounds of unblemished skin. They sat high on her chest with no sag. The nipples were pinkish brown and the areolas were large, covering a third of her breasts. I squeezed one and then the other and heard her moan with excitement. Then my lips were drawn to them.
"Oh Robbie," Cindy hissed and grasped the back of my head, pulling my mouth to her. Her back arched up, forcing my face into her soft tit.
My head was spinning as I sucked and licked her nipple. With great effort, I pulled away and found the other. Soon both of her nipples were wet with my saliva. I stared at them for a minute, using my fingers to tweak them. Then I kissed her passionately again. She responded by pressing her breasts to my chest and opening her mouth wide. I could feel her hips squirming in excitement
I moved off the sofa and onto the floor at her knees.
Cindy opened her eyes and looked at me dreamily.
I looked down at her legs. Cindy's legs were open and her skirt had pulled up almost to her crotch. My eyes traveled up her legs slowly until they reached the tops of her thigh high nylons. I could see the soft flesh of her upper thighs. It bulged slightly from the compression of the nylon. I held my eyes there for a moment longer, enjoying the view while denying myself the pleasure of looking at her crotch. When I did, I gasped... no panties! I had a clear and unobstructed view of her swollen pussy. She didn't have a speck of hair. The inner lips were protruding through the smooth outer lips and were slick with her juice. There was a bubble of clear pussy juice coming from the hole. As I stared, Cindy opened her legs wider. My eyes grew large at her bold move. I watched the bubble of juice grow until it trickled out and then down between the cheeks of her ass. When I looked up, Cindy was staring back at me. I wasn't sure what she wanted.
"Kiss me," she gasped.
I started to move up and kiss her lips. However, she reached for my shoulders and pushed me down. Suddenly, I realized that she wanted me to kiss her pussy. I almost fainted at the thought of what she was asking. Of course I had seen it done in movies, but I had never actually done it myself. I could hear a roar that sounded like the ocean in my ears. From somewhere far away I heard Cindy's voice again.
"Eat me Robbie. Oh God, eat my cunt." Then she grabbed my head in her hands.
I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. Cindy led my head downward. As I approached her pussy, I could smell her sweet scent. I recognized it from her panties. My cock throbbed in my shorts and I worried that I was going to climax. A second later, my lips touched her smooth and swollen sex lips. I was lost. Her pussy opened, spreading across my lips like a wet, juicy peach. Her slick juices coated my lips and dribbled down my chin. My tongue came out instinctively, sliding between her fat inner lips. When my tongue was back in my mouth, I tasted her sweet juices for the first time. My cock throbbed and squirted a gob of my juice into my underwear. I went back for more, plunging my tongue into her as deeply as it would go.
"Oh Robbbbbbiiiieeee!!!" Cindy screamed.
She screamed so loud that I feared the neighbors would hear. It spurred me on. I pressed my mouth to her pussy and began to suck. Her hips were squirming under my mouth so much that it was difficult to hold my position. I pushed her legs higher until her knees touched the back of the sofa. She slumped down until she was almost doubled over. I began to suck again.
"Robbie, I'm cummmmmiiinnnngggg!!!" she screamed and lifted her hips. Her legs flew up and wrapped around my head, imprisoning me between her strong thighs. I was trapped, but loving every minute. All of my senses were focused on her taste, smell, and the feel of her climaxing pussy. It went on for a long time. When I felt her thighs relax, I began to suck harder.
"Robbiiiiieee, what are you doinnnnnngggg?" she gasped. Still, she didn't push me away. Instead, she pulled my hair, forcing my face deeper between her pussy lips. Seconds later she screamed, "Ahhhhheeeee!!!" and juice flooded my mouth again.
I heard the clock in the background strike 11 P.M. when Cindy's legs finally released me from between her legs. I was surprised that I had been between her legs for almost an hour. I sat back with juice dripping from my chin and a silly look on my face. It was my first time eating pussy, but I knew that it wouldn't be my last.
Cindy smiled weakly before motioning me to join her on the sofa again. When I did, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her tenderly. I held her to me, rocking her gently, for a long time.
"Well little brother, I have to get to work," she said and got up. "You have a wonderful day."
"Uh... yeah, sure."
"Oh and by the way, don't take the video back. I want to see the rest."
"I bought it," I responded. It was an "as is" final sale. I couldn't take it back if I wanted... especially not without explaining what was really on the tape.
She smiled and said, "Good, then we can watch it as much as we want." With that she was gone, leaving me as perplexed as I had been last night.
I went to work in a mental fog. I rang up people's grocery orders wrong, didn't hear questions customers asked, and generally screwed up everything I touched. I even made a wrong turn on the expressway on the way home after nigh school and had to drive five miles out of my way. I finally resolved to not let it bother me. After all, Cindy was the one that initiated everything. Why not enjoy it and let her dictate how far the exploration went? I thought.
When I walked into the apartment, Cindy was sitting on the sofa painting her toenails. She was wearing a short blue silk robe with one foot up on the coffee table. She looked up and smiled. "Hi Robbie, you're late tonight."
"Sorry, heavy traffic on the freeway," I lied.
"I've been waiting for you so we can watch 'our movie'."
I wondered when it had become "our movie". "Let me get changed and showered. I won't take long."
"Okay," she said without looking up and continued to paint her toenails.
I found myself glancing at her legs. The robe had fallen off one leg, exposing much of her thigh. I could see silky flesh almost all the way to her ass. I forced myself to turn away.
A few minutes later I came out of the bathroom wearing a pair of cut off sweat pants and no shirt. I had boldly left my underwear off. "I'll get a soda. Want a glass of wine?"
"Already had three," she giggled, "but I'll take another."
I placed the bottle of wine on the coffee table front of Cindy and I sat close to her, making sure my hip touched hers. "Ready?" I asked as calmly as possible. However, I was anything but calm inside. My heart was pounding in my chest.
"Yes, I've been excited all day," she whispered as if someone could hear her.
It did feel sneaky watching someone's intimate home movie.
When the video came on, the scene had Mrs. Fields lying on the bed with her legs spread. It appeared to be a continuation of the other scene. The camera zoomed in until it was on her pussy. It was swollen and leaking sperm. Suddenly another man appeared. My eyes opened wide. It was Mr. Fields. I looked at Cindy to see that her eyes were just as wide as mine were. We watched as he crawled onto the bed and between her legs. A second later he was fucking her like her lover had a few minutes before.
It didn't take him long to climax.
When the screen went blank, both Cindy and I let out our breath and relaxed. Before we took our second breath, the screen came to life again. Like the first time, Mrs. Fields came into the room followed by a man. It was a different man this time.
Cindy and I looked at each other and raised our eyebrows. Mrs. Fields was quite a slut. We watched as the pretty older woman went wild with her lover again. As we watched, the camera zoomed in.
I looked at Cindy... we shrugged our shoulders... someone was operating the camera.
The two on the bed fucked in every conceivable position, including her siting on his huge cock and riding him like she was in a rodeo. He climaxed inside her and she fell to the bed. However, they were not done. Within a few minutes, Mrs. Fields was sucking on her lover's cock. The camera zoomed in for a close up. She winked at the screen. When she had the stranger hard, she got onto her knees. He climbed behind her.
"Fuck my ass," she cried.
Cindy and I gasped. Then we watched as the stranger moved the head of his cock to her tight asshole. The head looked far too large to penetrate the tiny hole. Slowly the stranger pressed forward. The sphincter resisted before if finally gave way. Mrs. Fields bellowed in excitement. The stranger began to fuck her hard. Over and over his long cock went deep into her ass until he screamed in climax.
By the time they were done, Cindy and I were very excited. My cut off sweat pants had a huge tent in them and there was a wet circle when the head had leaked juice. However, I didn't try to hide it this time. I had seen Cindy look over at my crotch several times.
Like it happened the first time, after the stranger was done, Mr. Fields took his place.
When that scene ended, I used the remote to flip off the VCR and TV. Cindy and I sat staring at the dark television for a while without speaking. Finally she turned and looked at me. Then her eyes scanned down my chest until they reached my still tented shorts. I intentionally made my cock twitch, moving the material of my sweat pants up and down.
Cindy looked back up at me and whispered, "I want to see it."
I knew what she meant, but I said, "What?"
"I want to see your cock," she whispered excitedly.
When I didn't move, she reached over. I noticed her hand trembling as she stuck her fingers under the waistband of my shorts. She lifted the elastic until she could see the swollen head of my cock. I moaned and threw my head back, closing my eyes.
"Oh my goodness," she gasped. "It's huge."
I could feel her eyes on my cock as I sat frozen with my hands at my sides.
"Wait a minute," Cindy said, letting the elastic snap back in place. She stood up.
I opened my eyes in time to see her sway a bit on her feet. Then I watched her go into the bathroom. A second later she came back with a towel and bottle of massage oil.
"Let me give you a massage."
"Huh?" I said, thinking she wanted to massage my feet.
Then she knelt at my feet, placing the towel and massage oil on the coffee table. Next she reached for the waistband of my shorts. "Lift up," she said.
"Cindy... we... what..." I stammered.
"Just shut up and lift up," she ordered.
When I raised my hips, she quickly pulled my shorts to my ankles. Suddenly I was sitting in front of my sister totally naked with a giant erection. My face turned red with embarrassment. But that did nothing to reduce my excitement. My cock throbbed and juice poured from the slit. A long strand of clear liquid connected my stomach to my cock head.
Cindy stared at my shaft with a look of amazement on her face. I knew that my cock was larger than some men's were. But I hadn't had any experience with women to know how much larger. Apparently she thought it was pretty big.
"God Robbie, it's beautiful... and big."
I blushed.
Cindy reached for the towel and had me lift up so she could put it on the sofa under me. Then she picked up the bottle of oil. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft.
I moaned, lifting my hips excitedly. I couldn't believe how soft and cool her hand felt on my burning cock.
She held my erection and poured a stream of oil over the head. The silvery oil mixed with my juice and ran down the shaft and over her fingers. She put the bottle down, placing her other hand on my cock, one above the other, and began to slide her hands up and down. Her mouth was open as she took gasps of breath... her eyes stared at my cock... her hands slipping sensuously up and down the shaft.
Bolts of pleasure washed over my body as I watched my sister masturbate me. She squeezed me firmly, yet gently, as she twisted and turned her fists. Up and down the shaft she moved. When a hand would reach the head, she would circle her fingers around it and squeeze, moving it in a twisting motion.
I wasn't sure how much I could take. My balls were churning in their sacks and my cock was pulsing, drooling a steady stream of pre-cum juice. However, when I felt like I couldn't take any more, she would squeeze the base of the shaft tightly until the crisis passed. Then with a lustful smile she would start again.
Within a few minutes I was moaning constantly. I had never felt anything so good in my life. My hips moved on the sofa in time with the pumping of her hands.
"God s*s, you're... driving... me crazy," I hissed.
She giggled.
"I've got to cum," I said. But it was a plea and not an order.
"Alright," Cindy said breathlessly. With that she began to move her hands faster.
"Oh God!" I gasped.
Cindy's eyes were fixed on my cock as she pumped her hands up and down rapidly now. The room filled with a sloppy sucking sound and our combined gasps for breath.
"Oh Goddddddd, I'm going to cummmmmm!!!!" I screamed. I lifted my hips from the sofa.
Cindy pulled the skin of my cock downward toward my balls and held it tight.
"Ahhhhhh," I moaned. Suddenly a blast of juice spit from the head, arching high into the air. It appeared to be moving in slow motion... a white streak of juice reaching its peak high above our heads before falling to my chest with a splat. I heard Cindy squealing in delight. Her voice seemed to come from somewhere far away. Blast after blast of juice shot out of my cock, covering my chest and stomach.
"My God!" Cindy exclaimed as it kept coming. She kept pumping until there was only a trickle of juice dribbling from the head. Then she sat back. "Wow, little brother, or should I say 'big' brother, I've never seen so much cum in my life."
I blushed and looked down to see the cream covering my chest and stomach. Cindy's hands, which were on my thighs now, were also covered in sperm.
She stood up. "Did you like that?" she asked rhetorically.
I looked up and nodded weakly.
"Well, I have to get to bed... got an early meeting at work tomorrow." With that she leaned over me and placed her lips on mine.
I was surprised when I felt her tongue pushing on my lips. I moaned and opened my mouth, letting her in. Suddenly we were kissing like lovers. She pressed her mouth hard to mine, twirling her tongue around. I hadn't kissed many girls, but I am a quick learner. My tongue pushed hers back into her mouth. She moaned and sucked on mine. When she finally pulled away, my mouth was open and I was gasping for breath again. My sleeping cock began to twitch.
"See you in the morning," she whispered. She touched my face gently before she disappeared into the bedroom.
I sat on the sofa in silence for a time. Nothing had prepared me for what my sister had just done. My head was still spinning. I couldn't think straight. I pulled myself up and staggered to my room. I flopped onto the bed. Suddenly I heard what I thought was crying coming from Cindy's room. I went over to the wall and listened. What I heard was definitely not crying. There were little whimpers followed by moans. I would have thought Dexter was with her had I not known that she was alone. It was obvious that my sister was masturbating. A little chill ran through me when I realized that she was doing it with cum covered fingers. My cock came back to life immediately. A few minutes later I was shooting another load, into my hand this time, as I listened to my sister's orgasmic cries.
As I lay awake long after our mutual pleasure, I realized that I was desperately in love with my sister.
The following morning, as I passed the sofa, my mind rushed back to what had happened on that very spot last night... my own sister had jerked me off. I shook my head and forced myself to go into the kitchen.
Cindy was already up. She was sitting at the table with her cup of coffee, reading the morning paper. When I walked in she looked up and smiled sweetly. "Good morning Robbie," she said. From her facial expression, one would never know what she had done to me last night.
I boldly walked over and kissed her on the lips, pushing my tongue into her mouth. Her mouth was sweet with the taste of mouthwash and a hint of coffee. When she didn't resist me, I put my hand behind her head as I explored her open mouth with my tongue. We were both breathless when I finally pulled away.
I saw her surprised look. "Good morning to you s*s," I said. I sat down at the table with a cup of coffee and a wide grin. "Hey s*s, would you like me to get another movie for Friday night? Or watch "our" movie," I smiled lustfully.
"Oh, I'm sorry sweetie, but I have a date with Dexter."
I could feel the blood drain from my face. It seemed as if she had stuck a pin in my balloon. Amazingly, I had forgotten all about Dexter in the last several days. The jerk, I thought and felt my anger building. "What about Saturday night?" I asked, trying to keep the irritation from my voice.
Cindy got a sad look on her face. "Sorry sweetie, but Dexter doesn't have many weekends free and he said he wanted to spend this one with me."
I couldn't hold it back anymore. "What do you see in that jerk? He flashes money around like he's some big shot. He's just a spoiled little rich boy with a giant ego. And, a total asshole to boot," I blurted. As soon as the words were out of my mouth I regretted them.
I saw fire in Cindy's eyes. "Don't talk to me like that!" she almost screamed. "You don't know anything about him. Besides, who I date is my business and not yours." Her face was red with anger.
The room suddenly fell silent. Both of us were steaming. I figured a quick exit was called for. I stormed out of the kitchen, quickly dressed and went to work.
I felt bad all morning about what I had said to Cindy. I debated calling her to apologize. Unfortunately, the store was busy all day, so I never had the chance.
My mind was working overtime though. Dexter was a big problem. He had always been an issue, but now he was coming between my sister and I. There had to be some way to get him out of the picture. I was daydreaming, ringing up a customer's order, when a plan suddenly came to me. I knew just what to do. If my theory was correct, Dexter was history.
Normally I am not a devious person. I tend to take people at their word and believe what they say. However, I had always been suspicious of Dexter. Something about him didn't sit well with me. I thought I knew the reason why.
When I left work that afternoon, I drove downtown to Dexter's office, parking in the lot near his sports car. It was about six thirty when he came out of the office building. He was whistling like he didn't have a care in the world. When he pulled off the lot, I was a safe distance behind him. He stopped at the cleaners to pick up some laundry before getting onto the expressway. I knew he had an apartment in town... so I wondered why he was taking the expressway.
I followed him for over an hour... my old Jeep straining to keep up with his powerful sports car. When we exited the expressway and the traffic thinned, I backed off to make sure he didn't see me. Finally he turned into a long driveway to what appeared to be an estate that had a large iron security gate. There was a brick wall surrounding the property. I quickly parked on the street and found a spot where I could scale the wall. Hoping that they didn't have guard dogs, I stumbled my way through the woods until I could see the house. I waited with my camera.
The sun was just going down and my hopes were dimming when I saw Dexter come out of the house. Behind him was a pretty woman followed by two small c***dren. Got him! I thought. They climbed into an SUV as I snapped photos.
I drove home with a smile on my face. I stayed in my room that evening and put together an envelope with a note. I wrote a message that said, "Here are some photos I took of you and your family. If you don't leave Cindy Matthews alone, the photos will be sent to her." I also included a photo of Dexter and Cindy kissing that I stole from Cindy's room. "The photo of Cindy and you will go to your wife. Have a nice day."
I didn't really know if the woman Dexter was with was his wife or even that the c***dren were his. However, I had pretty good circumstantial evidence that they were. It explained why he didn't have many weekends free. I was assuming that Cindy didn't know that he was married. I was fairly sure that she wouldn't be involved with a married man. Besides, I figured I had nothing to lose by exposing him. Even if he knew that I was doing this (the photo of Cindy and him kissing could give me away), it didn't matter. What was he going to do anyway?
The following evening was Friday night. Cindy was to meet Dexter at a restaurant downtown, as they often did. She and I had not talked since the blowup. However, it was obvious that we both wanted to. When she came out of her room that night she was wearing a pretty blue pleated skirt, white blouse with high heels. The skirt came to mid-thigh, exposing her well-shaped legs. She also had on silk nylons. I wondered if the nylons were pantyhose or thigh-high. I guessed thigh-high. It was a little chilly out so she had a jacket that matched her skirt. She looked very sexy.
I was sitting on the sofa when she walked past. I caught a whiff of her sweet perfume and felt a pain in my heart. "You look pretty," I said as she passed.
She stopped and looked at me as if she was trying to figure out if I were serious.
I smiled and said, "Really."
Her serious face changed to a smile immediately. "Thank you Robbie."
"s*s..."
"Robbie..." we said at the same time. Then we laughed.
"I'm sorry for the things I said," I said sincerely.
"I'm sorry about my reaction too," she answered.
I stood up. "Listen, I was out of line. You obviously can date anyone you want. I had no right to say those things about Dexter. He might be a great guy."
"Thank you again Robbie. He is a good guy... you'll see."
Yeah, I'll see, I thought. "If you like him, I'll try to like him as well," I lied.
A little tear showed in Cindy's eye. She wiped it away and stepped toward me.
I put my arms around her for a hug. I drew in the scent of her hair and sweet perfume. When we pulled away, I looked into her eyes. "Have fun tonight."
"I will," she said as we continued to hold each other.
Then she leaned forward to touch her lips to mine. I suppressed a moan and responded. Her mouth opened when my tongue touched her lips. A moan escaped her throat as our tongues dueled. I felt her tremble.
She pushed me away, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I've got to go," she sighed. With that she pecked my lips again then rubbed lipstick from my lips.
Now all I had to do was wait.
I heard the keys in the lock as I sat on the sofa. It was just past ten. I felt excitement and worry at the same time. A million questions rushed through my mind. Did Dexter show up tonight? If so, did they have a fight? Did he deny everything? Was I wrong about him?
As soon as I saw Cindy I had some of the answers. Her eye makeup was smeared, indicating that she had been crying. I jumped up and hurried over to her. "What's wrong?" I asked, grabbing her shoulders and looking into her eyes. I could smell alcohol on her breath. She swayed a bid and I put my arm around her.
"I was stood-up. Dexter didn't show," she hissed angrily. Then she added, "I tried to call his cell phone ten times and there was no answer."
I wanted to leap for joy. However, I caught myself and said, "Well, maybe he just got hung up in traffic."
"Yeah, right," she said with a slight slur to her voice. "He can walk to the bar from his office. I sat at the bar and drank by myself all night... fending off twenty guys trying to pick me up."
"I'm so sorry s*s," I said as sincerely as I could muster. I fought to keep a smile from my face. While I knew what I had done was devious, I had convinced myself that it was the best thing for Cindy. "Come over to the sofa and sit down. Do you want some coffee or something?"
"No coffee. Get me a glass of wine please."
I hurried into the kitchen and poured her a glass of wine. When I came out, she was sitting on the sofa with her head back. I sat next to her, handing her the glass. She turned it up and drank it down.
"Wow," I said, taking the empty glass from her. I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.
I heard her sniffle. "You're the best man in my life Robbie. You've always been here for me." She began to sob.
I turned her face up to me and looked into her tear filled eyes. My heart went out to her. "You're the good one s*s. I'm really sorry about Dexter," I said... sincere this time. Our lips were drawn together. It was the sweetest kiss we had ever shared. Her mouth opened wide for me, and my tongue found hers. My hand, which was lying on her waist, slowly moved upward. My heart was thumping in my chest as the back of my hand touched her breast. When I felt the warmth of her flesh through the thin material of her blouse, I realized that she didn't have a bra on. With a bold move I opened my hand and caressed her breast.
"Mmmm," Cindy moaned into my mouth.
I wasn't sure if it was in protest or not. However, she made no move to stop me. I caressed her soft breast for several minutes as we continued to kiss. Then my fingers searched for the buttons of her blouse. Waiting for her to stop me, I slowly opened one button at a time until I reached the waist of her skirt. With a moan I slipped my hand under the material of her blouse and cupped her bare breast. I trembled with excitement at the feel of her warm flesh under my palm.
"Ohhhhhh... mmmmmm," she gasped into my mouth.
When she still didn't push me away, my fingers found an already hard nipple. I tweaked the large nub and then squeezed it hard.
Cindy gasped again and pulled her lips from mine. I feared that she was going to stop me. Instead she threw her head back on the sofa and closed her eyes. I took that as an okay to proceed. I brazenly pulled her blouse from her skirt and opened the last buttons. Then I spread the silky material open until both of her breasts were exposed. I had never seen anything so beautiful. Her breasts were large fleshy mounds of unblemished skin. They sat high on her chest with no sag. The nipples were pinkish brown and the areolas were large, covering a third of her breasts. I squeezed one and then the other and heard her moan with excitement. Then my lips were drawn to them.
"Oh Robbie," Cindy hissed and grasped the back of my head, pulling my mouth to her. Her back arched up, forcing my face into her soft tit.
My head was spinning as I sucked and licked her nipple. With great effort, I pulled away and found the other. Soon both of her nipples were wet with my saliva. I stared at them for a minute, using my fingers to tweak them. Then I kissed her passionately again. She responded by pressing her breasts to my chest and opening her mouth wide. I could feel her hips squirming in excitement
I moved off the sofa and onto the floor at her knees.
Cindy opened her eyes and looked at me dreamily.
I looked down at her legs. Cindy's legs were open and her skirt had pulled up almost to her crotch. My eyes traveled up her legs slowly until they reached the tops of her thigh high nylons. I could see the soft flesh of her upper thighs. It bulged slightly from the compression of the nylon. I held my eyes there for a moment longer, enjoying the view while denying myself the pleasure of looking at her crotch. When I did, I gasped... no panties! I had a clear and unobstructed view of her swollen pussy. She didn't have a speck of hair. The inner lips were protruding through the smooth outer lips and were slick with her juice. There was a bubble of clear pussy juice coming from the hole. As I stared, Cindy opened her legs wider. My eyes grew large at her bold move. I watched the bubble of juice grow until it trickled out and then down between the cheeks of her ass. When I looked up, Cindy was staring back at me. I wasn't sure what she wanted.
"Kiss me," she gasped.
I started to move up and kiss her lips. However, she reached for my shoulders and pushed me down. Suddenly, I realized that she wanted me to kiss her pussy. I almost fainted at the thought of what she was asking. Of course I had seen it done in movies, but I had never actually done it myself. I could hear a roar that sounded like the ocean in my ears. From somewhere far away I heard Cindy's voice again.
"Eat me Robbie. Oh God, eat my cunt." Then she grabbed my head in her hands.
I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. Cindy led my head downward. As I approached her pussy, I could smell her sweet scent. I recognized it from her panties. My cock throbbed in my shorts and I worried that I was going to climax. A second later, my lips touched her smooth and swollen sex lips. I was lost. Her pussy opened, spreading across my lips like a wet, juicy peach. Her slick juices coated my lips and dribbled down my chin. My tongue came out instinctively, sliding between her fat inner lips. When my tongue was back in my mouth, I tasted her sweet juices for the first time. My cock throbbed and squirted a gob of my juice into my underwear. I went back for more, plunging my tongue into her as deeply as it would go.
"Oh Robbbbbbiiiieeee!!!" Cindy screamed.
She screamed so loud that I feared the neighbors would hear. It spurred me on. I pressed my mouth to her pussy and began to suck. Her hips were squirming under my mouth so much that it was difficult to hold my position. I pushed her legs higher until her knees touched the back of the sofa. She slumped down until she was almost doubled over. I began to suck again.
"Robbie, I'm cummmmmiiinnnngggg!!!" she screamed and lifted her hips. Her legs flew up and wrapped around my head, imprisoning me between her strong thighs. I was trapped, but loving every minute. All of my senses were focused on her taste, smell, and the feel of her climaxing pussy. It went on for a long time. When I felt her thighs relax, I began to suck harder.
"Robbiiiiieee, what are you doinnnnnngggg?" she gasped. Still, she didn't push me away. Instead, she pulled my hair, forcing my face deeper between her pussy lips. Seconds later she screamed, "Ahhhhheeeee!!!" and juice flooded my mouth again.
I heard the clock in the background strike 11 P.M. when Cindy's legs finally released me from between her legs. I was surprised that I had been between her legs for almost an hour. I sat back with juice dripping from my chin and a silly look on my face. It was my first time eating pussy, but I knew that it wouldn't be my last.
Cindy smiled weakly before motioning me to join her on the sofa again. When I did, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her tenderly. I held her to me, rocking her gently, for a long time.
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