The Kinky Adventures of Bounty and Sara
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Note : This story is completely fictional!
It was a month after the that I had sex with my sister Sara. School had started, and to the outside observer, not much appeared to have changed between us. We still switched off between ignoring each other and pretending to hate each other. The only difference, I suppose, was that Sara flirted with me near-constantly. It didn’t matter if we were in class, or with my friends or hers, or even sometimes with the family. She would pull her shorts down a little so I could see her tiny pink panties, or “accidentally” bump up against me, or say something with a double meaning that referred to something the two of us had done the night before. And since no one could know about her relationship, I simply had to pretend I hadn’t seen or heard and conceal the boner in my pants.
That was fine during the summer, when me and Sara had fucked constantly throughout the day, when our parents were gone at work. But then, school started. She had cheerleading practice and I had Cross Country, and both lasted until near six at night, by which time our parents were home anyway. I was for the most part free over the weekends, but Sara of course had to be at all of her football games, plus all of the parties she attended. As a result, me and Sara only got to fuck a couple times a week, and I was constantly horny as hell.
Let me just take a minute to describe my sister, in case you haven’t read the
story of our first sexual encounter. Sara is a junior in high school, 18 years
old. She has gorgeous dark red hair and freckles. At the time of my last
narrative, her hair was long and fell far past her shoulders. Since then, her
hair was cut and now goes only about an inch after her shoulders. She has a cute
face; her eyes are big and her lips are perfect. Her body is incredible, too.
She has perky C-cup tits and a spectacular, bubble-shaped ass. Besides these key
areas, though, she is very skinny. Sara is not averse to showing off her
incredible body: she often wears skimpy tank tops (underneath which her bra’s
outline can clearly be seen) and short shorts or denim miniskirts.
As I approached Sara in the hallway that day, she was wearing one such miniskirt and talking to a group of her friends. All of Sara’s friends are very attractive, but none of them measure up to her. As I was passing them, Sara stopped me. I groaned. Here we went again.
“Hey, Johnny,” she said in a giggly voice. “Haven’t talked to you in a while.”
“Sara,” I said reluctantly. Some of her friends giggled.
“You don’t sound very excited,” she said in the same girly, bubbly voice. “You
going to the football game tonight?” She began to play with a strand of her
hair, twirling it around her finger. Sara knew that I thought her auburn hair
was one of the most attractive things about her. I started to get a boner.
“No,” I said. “I’m really tired.” And I was. The previous night, I had had a
Cross Country meet that had lasted way past midnight. I just wanted to get some
sleep.
“Oh, come on, Johnny,” said Sara sweetly. “It’ll be fun.”
“You’ll get to see your sister in a cheerleading uniform,” pointed out one of Sara’s friends, an attractive blonde. “What more could you want?”
“Yeah, Johnny,” said Sara. “Maybe you can picture me without my clothes on. That would be the first time you’ve ever seen a girl naked, right?”
That was another thing that made me mad. Since Sara was my sister, I couldn’t tell anyone that I had had sex with her. As far as anyone besides us two knew, I was still a virgin.
Sara’s friends giggled, making me even madder at her. “It wouldn’t be hard to picture most of the time,” I said. “You might as well be walking around in your underwear half the time.”
Sara gave me a mock-angry look, and her friends gasped in mock-outrage. “Are you calling me a slut?” asked Sara. “As far as you know, I’m a virgin!”
One of her friends smiled. “Just like you, Johnny.”
I was really getting angry at Sara. “I have to get to class,” I said, pushing her away.
mom and dad called me at lunch to inform me that they were going to be gone until midnight at a party at my uncle’s. They reminded me not to get in any trouble and told me to make sure I got along with my sister. I said, “Okay.” As in “okay, I heard you.” Not “okay, I’ll do it.” If there’s a way to get along with my sister, I haven’t found out what it is yet.
That night, when I got home, I saw that Sara was lying on the couch. Her tank top was pulled up a little bit, revealing her navel, and her shorts were way down, showing off her panties. “Come here, Johnny,” she whispered.
I was instantly turned on, but I was still angry at Sara from earlier. “Sara, I don’t want to have sex with you,” I said.
“You’re such a liar,” said Sara in the same seductive voice, twirling her hair. “Now come over here and give it to me like I know you want to.”
I grimaced. God, she was beautiful. But I just couldn’t let her push me around like I had been doing, and embarrass me in front of everyone either of us knew.
“Sara, I’m not your fuck-toy,” I said. “I’m not going to have sex with you if all you can do is tease me.”
She giggled. “Do you really think that you have any choice in this?” As she approached me, she pulled off her tank top, and then her bra, revealing her enormous, perky tits. “You can’t resist.”
Forcing myself to push her away, to go up to my room, to jack off thinking about her tits rather than grabbing them, licking them, watching them bounce up and down while fucking her was quite possibly the most difficult thing I had ever done. But I had to do it, I reasoned. I couldn’t let my twin sister boss me around like that.
As Sara watched her brother leave, she felt a mix of emotions. She was, of
course, incredibly horny. It had been a tough day, and she had really wanted to
fuck her brother. She was also amused. Did Johnny really think that he could
resist her? But her number one feeling was one of fear. What if she really lost
her brother? What if he was serious? It was ridiculous. At any other time in her
high school life, Sara had had her pick of any boy she wanted. She still was the
hottest girl in the school, and had her pick of any boy she wanted. But now, the
only boy she wanted was her brother.
Sara sighed, picturing his fit body, his eight-inch dick, his red hair and green eyes almost identical to hers. Although desire was burning through her body, she couldn’t give in and let her brother win. No, she needed to stay in control. But she could do everything in her power to make him want her so bad that he would abandon his principles and come back to her. Sara felt a little better. If there was one thing that she was good at, it was making people want her.
I was dreaming of my twin sister.
“Come on, Johnny, you know you want me. I can see you get a boner every time I have a skirt on. Not bad, by the way. What is it, eight inches?”
“Eight and a half.”
“Can I see it?”
“No!”
“Oh, come on, Johnny, just let me suck it.”
“Uh…”
“I’ll take my shirt and bra off.”
“Well…” I said, starting to give in.
“It’s not really incest if it’s just a blow job.”
“You are a dirty, dirty sister.”
“That’s the best kind. Like what you see there, bro?”
“You’re gorgeous.”
“You have no idea how few of the guys I’ve been with have ever told me that.”
“Oh, Sara, that feels so good…Sara…oh, Sara…”
“Call me ‘sis’.”
My memories of my first sexual encounter with my sister was cut short by the sound of my door opening and closing. Quickly, I flipped the light on. Sara was standing in my doorway. Her short red hair was down, her bangs hanging in her face. She was wearing her skimpy cheerleading uniform: a blue tank top (which was a couple sizes too small for her, and showed off a lot), and a short blue skirt. She was wearing makeup and had clearly put a lot of work into it. I couldn’t control my amazement at how beautiful she looked, and she could tell. She smiled knowingly and approached me, pulling my blanket off. I slept in only my boxers, and she could easily see my boner underneath.
“Hey, bro,” she said. “I’m ready to have sex with you.”
“Uh…”
“On one condition,” she said, suddenly holding herself back. “You have to apologize for the way that you acted earlier.”
“The way I acted earlier?”
“That’s right, Johnny, you were a very naughty boy,” she said. “Now apologize
right now.”
Two terrible urges were battling inside me. On one hand, I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life. My beautiful sister was practically begging me to have sex with her. On the other hand, could I really let her win this one?
Fuck it, I didn’t care. I wanted to have sex with my sister more than I wanted anything else in my life.
“I’m sorry,” I said in a barely audible voice.
“What’s that?”
“I’m sorry,” I said, in my ordinary voice.
“What?” asked Sara, speaking in a cute voice as if she actually had no idea what I had just said.
“I SAID THAT I’M SORRY!”
Sara now feigned being taken aback. “You don’t have to yell at me, Johnny. Maybe I don’t want to have sex with you after all.” And to my horror, she got up and left the room, leaving me alone.
Why had Sara done what she had just done, when she was as horny as she had ever
been in her life? She knew, deep down. She had to keep her brother begging for
it, wanting to fuck her so bad that he would do anything for her. And no matter
how bad she wanted him, she couldn’t show it. He knew that she could have any
boy she wanted: she had to keep making him think that any boy could do for her
what Johnny could do.
Sara sat down on her bed and began to finger herself. It was going to be a long night…
My shock soon became anger. What was Sara doing, pushing me around like this?
But this time, it was more than just her being a bitch. She kept tempting me,
and then refusing to let me have her.
It ended now. Without thinking twice, I got up and left my room, walking straight towards Sara’s next door. Sara was sitting on her bed. Her face was red, and I thought I saw her pull her hand out of her shorts. “Johnny, what…” she began, but I had reached her bed. I literally ripped her red tank top off.
“You bastard,” she said angrily. “What the hell do you thinking you’re-“ I didn’t wait for her to finish her sentence. I pressed my lips against hers, while holding her head against mine. She fought and struggled, but to no avail, as I was much stronger than her. I released. My dick was pounding, and I knew that it was time to teach her a lesson.
“YOU ASSHOLE! I’M GOING TO CALL THE COPS! STOP IT!” I didn’t listen. Sara deserved everything that she was about to get. I unsnapped her bra, and it came off, falling to the floor. I began licking and sucking her tits. I wasn’t even paying attention to what she was saying anymore.
I looked at her blue skirt. She had nothing on underneath it. It was the only thing between me and her little pussy. I was almost paralyzed with desire, but I managed to pull it off. I looked at her face and into her eyes. It was an intense look of anger, but I could tell she wanted this just as much as I did.
“I hate you,” she whispered angrily.
“I hate you too,” I said, slowly inserting my cock into her pussy.
It had been so long since I had even jacked off that I was the most horny I had
ever been in my life. I fucked her with more intensity than ever before.
“JOHNNY!” Sara shouted. “JOHNNY!” I couldn’t tell if she was still pretending to not want to have sex, or if she was telling me to go harder. It was impossible to.
“Sis…oh, yeah, sis…”
The intensity was making me come to a climax earlier than I usually would. With all of my strength, I forced out a sentence:
“Say…you’re…sorry.”
“Wha-what?”
“Sah-say you’re sorry.” Sara had made me apologize to her, earlier, when she had come into my room and seduced me. Now, I wanted the pleasure of hearing her say the same thing. She looked at me briefly, and said:
“I’m sorry.” It was as much a moan as a sentence. And then, the waves of pleasure became too much, and I was about to release my load. Moments before, though, I pulled out of her. As she had her orgasm, I shot one load of cum all over her stomach, then one on each of her tits. Finally, I made it up to her face and blew my load all over it.
“Johnny!” she shouted. And then, as I rolled aside, she smiled devilishly. “You shouldn’t have done that, Johnny.” Her makeup was smeared, and her hair was messed up, but she looked as enthusiastic as ever.
“Why not, little sis?” Sara hated it when I called her my little sis. We were twins, but she had been born about ten minutes after me. She didn’t respond, but instead ran towards Mom and Dad’s room at the end of the hallway. After a couple minutes, I got up and followed her.
When I got there, the room was dark. I couldn’t make Sara’s body anywhere. Looking around, I finally saw one of Dad’s shirts and pairs of jeans lying in the middle of the floor. I was confused as to why they were out. They hadn’t been out when Mom and Dad had left the previous evening. Finally, I decided that Sara wanted me to put them on. I pulled up the jeans and buttoned the white shirt.
As I did this, Sara appeared, coming out of the closet in the corner of the room. She turned on the light, and I gasped when I saw her. She was wearing a pink dress of Mom’s, and looked absolutely stunning.
“Hey, there,” she said.
“Sara,” I said breathlessly, kissing her on the lips. I had thought Sara looked pretty, hot, sexy, attractive, any number of things before. But this was the first time I would really have described her as elegant, or beautiful. I moved in for a kiss, and our lips met. We stood there for minutes on end, just French kissing and staring at each others, feeling our hormones building every second. Then Sara pushed me away. She had a determined, certain look on her face. Slowly, she unbuttoned my pants and inserted her hands. She began rubbing my dick, which was the longest and hardest it had ever been before. I began rubbing her shoulders, running my hands through her hair. Then, I decided to take it one step further. I motioned for her to take off her dress and she complied, reaching behind her to slowly unbutton each and every button. When she had it removed, I saw that she had even put on one of Mom’s bras and pair of her panties. I removed the latter, and began to finger her pussy. She instantly stopped rubbing my dick and started moaning. Her body shook with pleasure as I fingered her.
After a couple of minutes, I stopped, and withdrew my hand. She smiled a little bit. “God, Johnny, you know no other guy can do for me what you can,” she said.
“I know,” I said. She giggled.
“We really shouldn’t have sex here,” she said. “Mom and Dad said they’d be back at midnight, and it’s 11:30 right now.” I kissed her. She kissed back passionately. We were going to fuck here, we both knew it. We were just playing games with each other.
Sara made to pull off Mom’s bra, the only article of clothing left on either of us. But Sara’s tits were much larger than Mom’s, and it was stuck on her.
“Here, let me help you with that,” I said. I reached behind her and undid it. It fell off, and I saw her tits. I had just seen her bare tits half an hour ago, but they never ceased to amaze me, and they now looked more beautiful than ever. I pushed her backwards into the bed. We were both too horny to express our lust in words. I just positioned myself over her and shoved my dick into her pussy as she moaned.
I shoved in and began pushing back and forth, always back and forth. “Don’t…
stop,” moaned Sara, apparently unable to speak in full sentences.
I pushed harder, and faster. I was out of control, and so was she. This was better than any time together that we had experienced before. She let out moans and yells as I penetrated deeper. Her expression was one of wonder and intensity.
“Yeah, Johnny, harder, HARDER!”
“Sara…” My mouth touched hers, and we began French kissing as we fucked our brains out. As her pussy became tighter and wetter, our tongues swirled around and touched, and I looked into her eyes. Then our mouths briefly removed from each other.
“Sara,” I said simply, as I approached my climax. “I love you.”
“Oh, Johnny, I love you too.”
And that was it. Our bodies couldn’t take it anymore. I released my sperm into my sister in a series of spurts just as her pussy emptied its juices around my cock. We laid there for a moment, and then I kissed her and moved off her. I just laid there next to her, and we looked into each others’ eyes.
“I meant what I said,” I told her. “I really do love you.”
“And I love you too,” she told me. “I want us to be together.”
We heard a car pull in to the driveway.
“Mom and Dad,” I whispered suddenly. “They’re home. What do we do?”
Sara smiled, kissing me on the cheek. “You think we’ve got time for a quickie before they get up here?”
Even though I had already had sex twice that night, I felt my cock hardening again. “I doubt it,” I said, preparing to fuck my sister once more.
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