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As I stare out the tiny window of theairplane at the clouds, I find it oddly peaceful, just gazing into a seemingly endless white void, it's relaxing, calming, comforting, and it's making me drowsy. Having not had a good night's sleep in a week of just catching a few hours here or there, I'd been fighting to stay conscious all day, and I though, finally I'd be able to just catch some shut eye. Right as I feel myself drift off I'm quickly jolted back to reality by a sharp kick to the back of my seat and the din of a crying infant. So much for that plan.
My name's Chris, 22 years old and stuck on a long dreary flight back to my hometown to move to my mother's house. My parents divorced when I was almost six, not long after my baby sister was born. I went with dad, my sister stayed with mom obviously. I'd never seen her, except for when she was too young to walk, talk or even remember my name, my sister was a complete stranger to me. I've never even seen a single picture of her since, our parents were pretty bitter to each other, often times in ways that unknowingly affected both of us. I'd played American football during my junior and senior years when I really shaped up, over the summer before junior year I turned into a completely different person, becoming the spitting image of my father. Six feet four inches tall with brown hair, a pale complexion, green eyes and a lean semi-muscular body. And a few years back I actually got a sports scholarship and wanted to go to go to a college back near my hometown where my sister and mother still lived, but dad refused to let me go because he wouldn't let that “venomous bitch” sink her claws into me. He'd taken to drinking recently and started badmouthing mom a lot, I don't think he even realizes he does it sometimes. As for my sister, I heard she wanted to come visit the brother she never knew but dad kept making up excuses for why it was never a good time.
I let my mind wander off for a while, reflecting on my childhood, my school years, the situation with my parents and before I knew it my plane had landed and I'd managed my way through the terminal and down to baggage claim. After reacquiring my luggage I made my way to the exit, supposedly there would be a woman holding a sign with my surname on it, only I couldn't spot anyone who looked like they were there to pick someone up. That's when something caught my eye, a woman with long, wavy black hair and an olive complexion in a pinstripe pantsuit with a white shirt and a purple tie leaning against a wall checking her phone, she didn't seem to be too enthused about being here, then I noticed a card propped up against her right leg with “Scott” written on it, my last name. I made my way over, dodging people that were in a rush and not too concerned with those around them, I got there just as she glanced over at me, slipping her phone back into her jacket pocket.
“You my ride?” I asked bluntly.
A few moments of silence passed while the woman in the suit sized me up, then our eyes caught. They were like nothing I'd ever seen, ice blue with a golden ring around the pupil. But my admiration was cut short. “Chris!” she shouted in excitement while leaping forward to throw her arms around me for a hug.
I was a little bewildered, some woman I've just met is acting like she's known me for years, “Uhh, hi?” I finally replied.
“You don't recognize me, do you, Chris?”
“Should I?”
The woman before me frowned, “I'm Jamie.”
I simply cocked an eyebrow.
“Oh come on, you can't be that dense. Do you really not remember your baby sister's name?”
My face lit up light a Christmas tree, I dropped my suitcase and hugged her as tight as I could, she responded with another hug of her own. “It's good to see you again.” I said softly. We stayed like that for a good five minutes.
After we peeled ourselves away from one another I finally asked, “So what's with the suit?”
“It's been seventeen years, the last time you saw me I was still shitting my own pants.”
“Oh dear, my little sister has quite the potty mouth,” I said with a chuckle. “But you didn't have to dress up to impress me.”
“Oh, I see. So you don't like it then?”
Actually I did like it, no, I loved it. To me there was nothing sexier than a gorgeous young woman in a nice suit, I gave her another once-over, this time taking in what curves I could decipher through the fabric. I noted her bust, it seemed large for a girl her age, 34D if I had to guess, and at 17 years old, not bad. I finally realized I was gawking and brushed those thoughts aside.
“You look beautiful.”
A noticeable blush appeared on her face and she looked away for a moment before planting a kiss on my cheek.
“C'mon,” she said, “we should get going if we want to get back to mom's any time soon. She wants us back by dinner and we'll be stuck in rush hour traffic most of the way there.”
Without another word I picked up my suitcase and followed her out of the airport.
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About forty minutes later we pulled into the driveway of a pretty nice looking house.
“Welcome home.” My sister said beside me.
We got out of the car and headed in.
“MOM!” Jamie shouted as soon as the door closed, “I'm home, and I brought your son with me.”
I allowed myself a quick chuckle, and then braced for another surprise hug, this time from my mother. Only it never came. After a minute of silence, and waiting for a reply my sister finally spoke up.
“Huh, weird. She must've gone out. Ahh well, I'm going to go get out of this monkey suit. Make yourself at home, there's stuff in the fridge if you're hungry, remote's over there,” She said pointing to and end table next to a recliner, “I'll be down in a bit and we can catch up.”
I did as instructed and made myself at home, kicking off my shoes and heading straight to the kitchen as my sister jogged up the stairs. After a while of rummaging through the refrigerator I finally decided nothing looked especially appetizing, instead I elected to go use the bathroom before watching some TV.
“Hey, Sis!” I called up the steps, no response.
Making my way up the stairs I started looking for the bathroom, closet, bedroom, a different closet. Then I ran across a door slightly cracked open, as my hand made contact with the door knob I heard some rustling from the other side that gave me brief pause, “...Chris” I heard in a whisper from the other side.
“Jamie?” I opened the door, completely unprepared for the sight that greeted me.
There lay my sister, sprawled out on her bed, with her tie hastily loosened, shirt unbuttoned halfway down, purple lace bra pushed up revealing her sizable tits with pink nipples standing at attention, pants around her ankles, legs spread open with matching purple lace panties pushed to the side, rubbing her clit with her thumb and two fingers inside her pussy, glistening with wetness. She looked at me with a start and we both froze like deer in the headlights of an oncoming car, my mouth agape.
When I was finally able to collect myself I quickly shut the door and rushed back downstairs without saying a word. I sat in the recliner, mind reeling from what had just happened. The first time I've seen my sister in almost two decades and that's one of the first things that happens? Christopher you ass, I silently scolded myself, learn to knock first.
I turned on the TV, trying to force the previous events out of my mind, after about 10 minutes of flipping through 800 some channels I concluded there was nothing on and turned it off again. I got up to go lay down on the oversized couch, it looked like it could fit two people side by side fairly easily. I shut my eyes and drifted on the brink of unconsciousness for a while, then I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
I didn't have the stones to face my sister just yet, I was probably as embarrassed about the whole ordeal as she was. Then the footsteps stopped, and I could feel a presence beside me, I opened my eyes, and there was my sister, standing next to the couch in nothing but an oversized white T-shirt. From my vantage point I could see right underneath it, no panties, her pussy still visibly wet, with juices running down her thigh. I could feel a bulge in my pants start to rise. I sat up to try and hide it, swinging my legs forward to face her.
I tried to speak, but my mouth just wouldn't move, finally I managed to force two words, “Jamie, I...” My voice trailing off, unsure of what to say. She didn't say anything, just say down next to me on the couch, put her arms around me and rested her head on my chest.
“I'm... Sorry.” I said finally.
Silence.
We sat there like that for several minutes, then I felt her move off my chest, I looked down and she ambushed me with a kiss on the lips, a deep kiss, laden with passion, passion that must have been building for a while.
She broke it off after about ten seconds, the look on my face must have been one of absolute shock and befuddlement. Jamie grabbed my hand, and slowly moved it to her breast, then looked deep into my eyes. I pulled my hand away, and looked anywhere but at my sister. Unsure what was actually going on, unsure if whether or not this was reality, or a strange fantasy, I tried to work it out but just couldn't wrap my mind around what was happening.
“I want this,” Jamie said in a low, sensual voice and my heart skipped a beat.
I could feel the bulge in my pants grow, she seemed to take notice of this and put my hand on her breast again. This time I didn't pull away, still a bit confused, I just decided to go for it. I repositioned myself to face her, and leaned in for a kiss. Jamie's lips met mine and we shared another deep passionate kiss, I could feel her tongue lightly brush against my mouth, I parted my lips a little and our tongues danced wildly with each other. I slipped my hand underneath her shirt to get a better feel of her breasts. As my hand found one she seemed to tense up slightly, then immediately relaxed. My God they were perfect, firm, perky lumps of flesh crowned by rock hard nipples, we broke the kiss to catch our breaths, as we did so I pinched her nipple slightly, she gasped and a tiny moan slipped out.
The bulge in my pants was unbearable, my erect manhood violently straining against my jeans, I removed my hand from her breast and wrapped my arm around Jamie's lower back and pressed my lips to hers again, this time repositioning us both, her on her back, me propped up over her. As I broke the kiss I could feel her hands nervously fumbling to undo the button on my pants, I reached down to help her out and she slid my and boxers down, revealing all seven inches of my rock hard penis, with precum already welling at the tip. Jamie looked down, and a somewhat surprised look crossed her face.
“There's no way that thing is going to fit.”
“You'll be fine,” I said in a low voice, and reassured her with a kiss.
I repositioned my hips to get more comfortable, and to position my throbbing erection at the entrance to her slit. When it brushed against her she let out a small gasp.
“Are you ready?” I asked in a calm voice.
My sister simply nodded yes, looking somewhat nervous, with that I grabbed my manhood and looked down to guide myself in, she was dripping with wetness, juices flowing out onto the couch cushion.
“My God, Sis. You're really wet. If you're not careful you'll stain the couch and then we'll have to explain this to Mom.” I joked, trying to ease her tension.
“Shut up,” She looked away, embarrassed, but with a slight grin on her face.
I gently pushed against her opening, and easily slid inside. She let out a yelp.
“Are you all right?” I asked, with a faint bit of concern.
“I'm okay,” she replied, “just be gentle.To continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
My name's Chris, 22 years old and stuck on a long dreary flight back to my hometown to move to my mother's house. My parents divorced when I was almost six, not long after my baby sister was born. I went with dad, my sister stayed with mom obviously. I'd never seen her, except for when she was too young to walk, talk or even remember my name, my sister was a complete stranger to me. I've never even seen a single picture of her since, our parents were pretty bitter to each other, often times in ways that unknowingly affected both of us. I'd played American football during my junior and senior years when I really shaped up, over the summer before junior year I turned into a completely different person, becoming the spitting image of my father. Six feet four inches tall with brown hair, a pale complexion, green eyes and a lean semi-muscular body. And a few years back I actually got a sports scholarship and wanted to go to go to a college back near my hometown where my sister and mother still lived, but dad refused to let me go because he wouldn't let that “venomous bitch” sink her claws into me. He'd taken to drinking recently and started badmouthing mom a lot, I don't think he even realizes he does it sometimes. As for my sister, I heard she wanted to come visit the brother she never knew but dad kept making up excuses for why it was never a good time.
I let my mind wander off for a while, reflecting on my childhood, my school years, the situation with my parents and before I knew it my plane had landed and I'd managed my way through the terminal and down to baggage claim. After reacquiring my luggage I made my way to the exit, supposedly there would be a woman holding a sign with my surname on it, only I couldn't spot anyone who looked like they were there to pick someone up. That's when something caught my eye, a woman with long, wavy black hair and an olive complexion in a pinstripe pantsuit with a white shirt and a purple tie leaning against a wall checking her phone, she didn't seem to be too enthused about being here, then I noticed a card propped up against her right leg with “Scott” written on it, my last name. I made my way over, dodging people that were in a rush and not too concerned with those around them, I got there just as she glanced over at me, slipping her phone back into her jacket pocket.
“You my ride?” I asked bluntly.
A few moments of silence passed while the woman in the suit sized me up, then our eyes caught. They were like nothing I'd ever seen, ice blue with a golden ring around the pupil. But my admiration was cut short. “Chris!” she shouted in excitement while leaping forward to throw her arms around me for a hug.
I was a little bewildered, some woman I've just met is acting like she's known me for years, “Uhh, hi?” I finally replied.
“You don't recognize me, do you, Chris?”
“Should I?”
The woman before me frowned, “I'm Jamie.”
I simply cocked an eyebrow.
“Oh come on, you can't be that dense. Do you really not remember your baby sister's name?”
My face lit up light a Christmas tree, I dropped my suitcase and hugged her as tight as I could, she responded with another hug of her own. “It's good to see you again.” I said softly. We stayed like that for a good five minutes.
After we peeled ourselves away from one another I finally asked, “So what's with the suit?”
“It's been seventeen years, the last time you saw me I was still shitting my own pants.”
“Oh dear, my little sister has quite the potty mouth,” I said with a chuckle. “But you didn't have to dress up to impress me.”
“Oh, I see. So you don't like it then?”
Actually I did like it, no, I loved it. To me there was nothing sexier than a gorgeous young woman in a nice suit, I gave her another once-over, this time taking in what curves I could decipher through the fabric. I noted her bust, it seemed large for a girl her age, 34D if I had to guess, and at 17 years old, not bad. I finally realized I was gawking and brushed those thoughts aside.
“You look beautiful.”
A noticeable blush appeared on her face and she looked away for a moment before planting a kiss on my cheek.
“C'mon,” she said, “we should get going if we want to get back to mom's any time soon. She wants us back by dinner and we'll be stuck in rush hour traffic most of the way there.”
Without another word I picked up my suitcase and followed her out of the airport.
- - - - - - - - - -
About forty minutes later we pulled into the driveway of a pretty nice looking house.
“Welcome home.” My sister said beside me.
We got out of the car and headed in.
“MOM!” Jamie shouted as soon as the door closed, “I'm home, and I brought your son with me.”
I allowed myself a quick chuckle, and then braced for another surprise hug, this time from my mother. Only it never came. After a minute of silence, and waiting for a reply my sister finally spoke up.
“Huh, weird. She must've gone out. Ahh well, I'm going to go get out of this monkey suit. Make yourself at home, there's stuff in the fridge if you're hungry, remote's over there,” She said pointing to and end table next to a recliner, “I'll be down in a bit and we can catch up.”
I did as instructed and made myself at home, kicking off my shoes and heading straight to the kitchen as my sister jogged up the stairs. After a while of rummaging through the refrigerator I finally decided nothing looked especially appetizing, instead I elected to go use the bathroom before watching some TV.
“Hey, Sis!” I called up the steps, no response.
Making my way up the stairs I started looking for the bathroom, closet, bedroom, a different closet. Then I ran across a door slightly cracked open, as my hand made contact with the door knob I heard some rustling from the other side that gave me brief pause, “...Chris” I heard in a whisper from the other side.
“Jamie?” I opened the door, completely unprepared for the sight that greeted me.
There lay my sister, sprawled out on her bed, with her tie hastily loosened, shirt unbuttoned halfway down, purple lace bra pushed up revealing her sizable tits with pink nipples standing at attention, pants around her ankles, legs spread open with matching purple lace panties pushed to the side, rubbing her clit with her thumb and two fingers inside her pussy, glistening with wetness. She looked at me with a start and we both froze like deer in the headlights of an oncoming car, my mouth agape.
When I was finally able to collect myself I quickly shut the door and rushed back downstairs without saying a word. I sat in the recliner, mind reeling from what had just happened. The first time I've seen my sister in almost two decades and that's one of the first things that happens? Christopher you ass, I silently scolded myself, learn to knock first.
I turned on the TV, trying to force the previous events out of my mind, after about 10 minutes of flipping through 800 some channels I concluded there was nothing on and turned it off again. I got up to go lay down on the oversized couch, it looked like it could fit two people side by side fairly easily. I shut my eyes and drifted on the brink of unconsciousness for a while, then I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
I didn't have the stones to face my sister just yet, I was probably as embarrassed about the whole ordeal as she was. Then the footsteps stopped, and I could feel a presence beside me, I opened my eyes, and there was my sister, standing next to the couch in nothing but an oversized white T-shirt. From my vantage point I could see right underneath it, no panties, her pussy still visibly wet, with juices running down her thigh. I could feel a bulge in my pants start to rise. I sat up to try and hide it, swinging my legs forward to face her.
I tried to speak, but my mouth just wouldn't move, finally I managed to force two words, “Jamie, I...” My voice trailing off, unsure of what to say. She didn't say anything, just say down next to me on the couch, put her arms around me and rested her head on my chest.
“I'm... Sorry.” I said finally.
Silence.
We sat there like that for several minutes, then I felt her move off my chest, I looked down and she ambushed me with a kiss on the lips, a deep kiss, laden with passion, passion that must have been building for a while.
She broke it off after about ten seconds, the look on my face must have been one of absolute shock and befuddlement. Jamie grabbed my hand, and slowly moved it to her breast, then looked deep into my eyes. I pulled my hand away, and looked anywhere but at my sister. Unsure what was actually going on, unsure if whether or not this was reality, or a strange fantasy, I tried to work it out but just couldn't wrap my mind around what was happening.
“I want this,” Jamie said in a low, sensual voice and my heart skipped a beat.
I could feel the bulge in my pants grow, she seemed to take notice of this and put my hand on her breast again. This time I didn't pull away, still a bit confused, I just decided to go for it. I repositioned myself to face her, and leaned in for a kiss. Jamie's lips met mine and we shared another deep passionate kiss, I could feel her tongue lightly brush against my mouth, I parted my lips a little and our tongues danced wildly with each other. I slipped my hand underneath her shirt to get a better feel of her breasts. As my hand found one she seemed to tense up slightly, then immediately relaxed. My God they were perfect, firm, perky lumps of flesh crowned by rock hard nipples, we broke the kiss to catch our breaths, as we did so I pinched her nipple slightly, she gasped and a tiny moan slipped out.
The bulge in my pants was unbearable, my erect manhood violently straining against my jeans, I removed my hand from her breast and wrapped my arm around Jamie's lower back and pressed my lips to hers again, this time repositioning us both, her on her back, me propped up over her. As I broke the kiss I could feel her hands nervously fumbling to undo the button on my pants, I reached down to help her out and she slid my and boxers down, revealing all seven inches of my rock hard penis, with precum already welling at the tip. Jamie looked down, and a somewhat surprised look crossed her face.
“There's no way that thing is going to fit.”
“You'll be fine,” I said in a low voice, and reassured her with a kiss.
I repositioned my hips to get more comfortable, and to position my throbbing erection at the entrance to her slit. When it brushed against her she let out a small gasp.
“Are you ready?” I asked in a calm voice.
My sister simply nodded yes, looking somewhat nervous, with that I grabbed my manhood and looked down to guide myself in, she was dripping with wetness, juices flowing out onto the couch cushion.
“My God, Sis. You're really wet. If you're not careful you'll stain the couch and then we'll have to explain this to Mom.” I joked, trying to ease her tension.
“Shut up,” She looked away, embarrassed, but with a slight grin on her face.
I gently pushed against her opening, and easily slid inside. She let out a yelp.
“Are you all right?” I asked, with a faint bit of concern.
“I'm okay,” she replied, “just be gentle.To continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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