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Note : This story is completely fictional!
Tara and her older brother had always been exceptionally close; so that I guess what happened that day in November could have been expected. Though three years separated them, as children they played together. When he turned ten, because both their parents worked during the day, Kaspar was given the job of looking after his baby sister when they both came home from school. Without complaint and with tremendous care he would make her a snack, help her with her homework and then read to her or play with her or help her color. Tara grew to love her big brother more than anyone else in the entire world.
As teenagers, he was quiet and studious. She was smart and energetic and a bit rebellious. Though there were numerous occasions when she found herself in trouble with her parents, Kaspar was her unfailing ally. And though boyfriends came and went, some leaving hurtful scars, Kaspar always was there for comfort. In return, she taught him how to dance, and advised him on the ways to win a woman’s heart.
But what probably brought them closest together more than anything, was that they both loved playing tricks on each other. Over the years it had become a game: who could play the most outrageous joke on the other. Because of her mischievous sneak, and his innate sense of propriety, she virtually ALWAYS won. But on this one day in November, THAT would change.
Tara now was eighteen and taking time away from school. She had just started working at a ski resort, which had brought her miles away from her parents, and from her brother away in University. She missed them all, but especially Kaspar. And so she squealed with delight when he unexpectedly showed up that day to check out his baby sister’s workplace.
“It’s so good to see you!” she exclaimed.
“It’s good to see you too, Sis,” he said, giving her a long, warm hug.
Since it was Tara’s day off, they ate lunch together and then Tara took her brother out for a tour of the resort. Shops, cabins and, of course, the ski lift area leading up the mountain. Though early in the season, it was starting to get busy.
It was cold outside, but the coat that Tara wore was a ski jacket that Kaspar had bought her for her birthday in October. It was very warm. And she loved it. It was white except for blue and orange stripes down each arm and each side. It reached to her waist. With it this day she wore nice 5-pocket navy blue jeans that she’d bought herself that fall, and a pair of lace-up hiking boots for the snow. Kaspar wore a torn old baggy black ski jacket, scrubby jeans, and lace-up boots.
Now, there is something about the availability of snow that tends to make mischievous people devious. And so it was that, as Kaspar gazed up at the ski lift on the hill just above them, Tara gathered some snow, and then called his name and piffed him in the face with it when he turned towards her. That was exactly what they needed to take them back ten years. Soon an all out snowball war was on which Tara was winning. Finally, Kaspar resorted to his superior size. He grabbed Tara around her waist and lifted her off the ground., in the process losing his balance so that the two of them ended up on top of each other in the snow.
Their two faces were just inches apart. Tara was laughing at how funny Kaspar looked with snow all through his hair, when suddenly an impulse hit her. Slowly, a look of determination came across her face. She brushed the snow out of her own hair, and then she raised herself up a bit… and kissed him.
The kiss was not anything like they had kissed before. It was a deep, passionate, lingering kiss. Passively, possibly out of shock and possibly out of unrecognized desire, Kaspar opened his mouth to let Tara’s tongue inside. Kaspar felt stunned as his baby sister’s tongue explored his mouth.
It seemed to last forever. Finally, Kaspar re-emerged from his shock and said… “Wow!” Then he smiled. “Where did you learn to kiss like that?”
“Around,” Tara said coyly.
“You are a very bad girl, Tara,” he scolded her.
“No. I’m a very good girl.”
“I don’t know,” he said, as he stood up and brushed the remaining snow off of himself. He then reached a hand down to his sister to help her up. But though she took it, she did not stand. She remained instead on her knees in the snow, looking up at Kaspar’s face. He shook his head like a dog to shed more snow, and Tara laughed again. And then Tara noticed something else.
When Kaspar looked back down towards his sister, he saw where she was looking, and again the look upon her face. She kneeled in the snow, using both hands to slowly brush the snow off her jeans, front and back, but her eyes were straight ahead and she almost seemed to be in a trance.
“Tara?” Kaspar said slowly.
“Uh huh,” his sister said coyly.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Just thinking?” she answered.
“You’re not thinking of being a bad girl again, are you?” he asked.
“No. I’m thinking of being a very, very GOOD girl.”
And with that she knelt upright and reached out her hands to undo Kaspar’s belt.
“Tara?” he scolded her weakly.
“Uh huh,” she said as she lowered his zipper.
“Tara,” he croaked nervously.
“Uh huh,” she said as she lowered his pants to reveal his wang. It was huge.
“Tara,” he said. “I don’t think…”
But she had leaned forward now. And as he felt her warm mouth close around the shaft of his cock, his voice stopped.
“Oh God,” he sighed silently.
His sister’s mouth was soft and warm and gentle. Slowly she started to lean in and out from the waist, so that Kaspar felt the underside of his rapidly hardening dick sliding to and fro along Tara’s soft, moist tongue.
“Oh God,” he sighed again.
Tara was tilting her head from side to side… not much… but just enough that each time she plunged forward with her mouth around his cock, her tongue rubbed a different spot.
“Oh my God!!!” His baby sister was testing his cock to find its sensitive spots. Where and when had she become so incredibly skilled at giving blowjobs?
Tara’s beautiful brown eyes were open, mostly looking straight ahead into her brother’s crotch… but sometimes tilting upward to see the expression on her brother’s face. It pleased her that he was so in shock right now. She felt VERY proud, not only of her skills, but of her decision to blow her brother whom she loved so much. Who had been so good to her for all her life.
“Hmmmmmmmmm,” she purred, and the vibration sent shivers up Kaspar’s spine.
“Hmmmmmmmmm.”
Kaspar had started with his eyes closed, lost in the sensual the way she slowly and rhythmically leaned forward and back with her hips. Her bum looked so inviting in those tight navy jeans. The soft swishing sound of her vinyl coat added to the moment, providing a soft sensual beat in time with the slow, rhythmic bobbing of Tara’s pretty head.
Tara had long, straight, light brown to slightly blonde hair that reached almost half way down her back… it also swayed with the movement of her head. Kaspar used his hands to keep it out of her face: first, so that it did not get in Tara’s way; and second, so that he could see her face and marvel at how wonderful she looked with a mouthful of dick… his dick.
“Oh God.”
Tara was laughing quietly inside. In the game of sibling rivalry, she was WINNING again. She had completely silenced her brother. She was in total control now. She held his soul in her mouth.
That is when she decided to deep throat him.
If Kaspar had been in awe of Tara’s skills before this moment, now he was completely stunned. No girl had ever been able to take even half of his thick eight inches into her mouth. But Tara now did it with seeming ease. She had started with what seemed like her typical slide forward and back. But this time she had kept going, admittedly getting slower in her advance as more and more of Kaspar disappeared into her mouth… but still advancing. Tara gagged slightly when his penis hit the back of her throat… but she did not withdraw. She kept slowly advancing until soon she was forcefully pushing his penis down her throat and her nose into his belly.
Kaspar realized what she was doing and so he gently placed his hands on the back of her head to steady it, and then he started to pump his hips hard into Tara’s face.
“Hggghhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh,” Tara said with each of her brother’s thrusts.
He was so addicted to the moment that he wanted to push his wang so far his sister’s sweet throat that it could never be pried loose. He and his sister would permanently become one, the two of them attached two inches down Tara’s throat.
Tara had stopped trying to move her head. Passively, she accepted every one of Kaspar’s deep thrusts.
“Hggghhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh,” she gagged quietly.
It was at this moment when his penis was as deep into Tara’s face as it could be, and with his head tilted back and his eyes closed, that suddenly he remembered something. He opened his eyes.
He found himself facing and looking straight up at the busy ski lift, the base of which was no more than 50 meters from where Tara kneeled blowing his dick. Up on the hill, anyone there would have a completely clear view of Tara and him. Any doubt of this was erased as he mentally acknowledged the crowd standing and staring down at them from the hill.
“Tara?” he whispered.
“Hggghhh,” she said, for in Kaspar’s panic he had unsuspectingly pulled Tara’s face even harder onto his cock, as if he wanted to hide her inside his pants.
“Tara?” he whispered again, then realized poor Tara was really gagging now and letting go of the back of her head so that she could ease back again.
But either Tara did not hear the concern in his voice or she was just too far into her ritual to care. Either way, she continued blowing him, seemingly oblivious to the bevy of spectators.
‘Tara, Tara, Tara,’ Kaspar thought to himself. ‘When and how did you learn to deep throat like that? How many guys have you blown? When did you become such a bad girl?’
Of course, he did not consider what Tara was doing bad. But certainly their parents would have a conniption if they knew what her sister could do with such skill.
‘Tara, Tara, Tara,’ he thought again. And then he looked up at the stunned crowd. And then he remembered all the outrageous pranks Tara had played on him over the years. And how she always seemed to outdo him. But not this time. He smiled, a very sly, mischievous smile. And then he looked back up at the crowd watching.
He nodded to himself. A look of determination spread over HIS face. Yes. Taking a quick glance down at Tara to make sure she was preoccupied (she was), he then looked straight into the crowd and started to point at them, then at his sister; and then he started beckoning all who would come forward with his hands. He continued this… point at the crowd, even directly at specific individuals in the crowd, and then motioning for them all to come down where he was.
At first no one moved. But then one brave guy started down the hill. Kaspar started nodding emphatically and pointing at the others. Then almost the entire crowd came. Certainly all the men came. Kaspar watched with grim satisfaction as this hoard of men stumbled down the hill though the soft, deep snow, him continuing to wave them forward.
When the first arrived close enough that she might hear their footsteps, Kaspar put one finger to his lips. ‘Shhhhh,’ he mouthed silently.
Quickly there was a circle of at least thirty men surrounding Kaspar and Tara, all watching and waiting for… for what? For their chance in Tara’s sweet mouth.
Several of the gathered men silently mimed their universal question: “Me too?” their hands and eyes asked.
Kaspar nodded and gave a thumbs up sign. He even pointed out who would be first. Then, second, third… continuing clockwise. This was certainly his best trick ever against Tara. Even as she continued to suck him, he marveled at the opportunity she had given him.
He decided to let Tara be aware of her current celebrity status before he shot his load. He was curious as to what she would do. Would she back off completely, get up and leave when she saw the crowd? Or would she continue?
“Tara,” he called in a sing-song voice. “Taaarrrraaa.”
“Hmmm?” Tara asked, staring up to find his gaze.
“Look,” he told her, then signaled with his eyes at what stood in the wings.
Tara’s eyes quickly darted around. It took her no time at all for her to realize that she was kneeling amid a sea of horny men. But she did not remove her mouth from Kapsar’s dick. She just pulled far enough back that she could easily tilt her head to see left and right.
“Hmmm hmmm (Hello)” she said shyly.
Then she added “Hmmm hmmm hmmm?” her eyes now meeting Kaspar’s again.
Kaspar didn’t know what her question was, but he nodded because it seemed right. Luckily, Tara’s question had been: “Continue?” And his eyes already had convinced Kaspar that she should be allowed to do just that.
Tara was working his shaft a faster and a little more diligently than when this blowjob had started, now about 10 minutes ago. Finally, he felt the hot semen start to climb up the inside of his shaft, then suddenly spew forward into Tara’s waiting mouth. Tara continued to pump him with her mouth and throat. It seemed that each of her thrusts brought his cock-head slamming directly onto the back of her throat. But this lasted just a minute more. Tara started slowing the rhythm of her pumps. She was letting his cock get soft while lying quietly on her tongue with her mouth enveloping it.
Tara did not let him withdraw until he was completely soft and shriveled. Then she swallowed.
“Wooo,” she sighed, obviously somewhat tired but very pleased with herself.
But no sooner had Kaspar backed away than a complete stranger stepped into his place, his hardening cock out and just inches from Tara’s ruby lips.
‘Oh oh,’ she said to herself, her head surveying the large circle of men standing around her, many with their cocks already out. But then she just started laughing… and Kaspar started laughing… all because Kaspar had finally played a trick on Tara that worked.
“Do I have to blow him too?” she asked Kaspar.
He nodded. “Yes, Sis.”
“And all these guys too?” she asked innocently.
“Yes, Sis,” he said. “And I think I see more guys coming.”
Tara gazed up the hill and, sure enough, more men were filtering down to join the fun.
This joke had worked. How could she refuse the cock that was now just inches from her mouth? And how could she refuse the cock after that one? And after that one? No… Kaspar had tricked her while she thought she was playing a joke on him. ‘Good for him,’ Tara thought to herself.
And so she willingly took this second, strange cock into her mouth and started sucking.
“Just wai,” Kaspar interrupted. “I’ve got to go get my camera.”
Tara then just kneeled motionless with this stranger’s cock held quietly in her mouth while Kaspar ran to get his digital camera from his car. When he returned, Tara posed for him, staring straight into the camera with her big brown eyes wide open and a mouthful of thick cock.
“You look wonderful, Sis,” he told her.
And so it was that Tara blew her brother and 43 other men that day. Kaspar took over 600 pictures of her in action, from all angles… close-ups focusing on her beautiful cock-filled face… and distant shots from all angles to capture her full profile, including at least fifty of her gorgeous behind in those tight jeans… pictures of Tara kneeling amid this circle of waiting men. He even ran up the hill to catch the scene that viewers from the ski lift area would have.
Over and over, Tara posed proudly for the camera. She felt hugely proud to be showing her brother just what she could do. To be showing all these men what she could do. And Kaspar again was amazed, not only at his baby sister’s endurance, but also at her determination, and her amazing ability to always look so wonderful for the camera, even while giving her forty-fourth blowjob in a row. Even while gagging on a cock rammed down her throat.
As she swallowed at least her thirtieth huge mouthful of cum and watched as yet another man stepped up to be blown, Tara chuckled inside. She realized what she’d be doing on her off times for the rest of the ski season. And she realized that things with her brother would never be the same. She smiled. She would surely suck him again, AT LEAST once, before he left to go home. Maybe kneel and blow him by his car in the parking lot to give him one last great blowjob to remember, so that he’d come back to see her as soon as possible. And maybe, if she was good, he’d agree to take her to his university next weekend, so she could meet (and blow) all of his buddies and maybe a sports team or two.
Luckily for her, Kaspar already had similar thoughts running through his head. First and foremost was starting a website for Tara to help pay for both their schooling. He’d call it: GaggingTara.net. With today’s pictures, he could have the site up and running by next weekend. Then show Tara. He was pretty sure she’d love the idea of being featured on a gang-blowjob site. Then the next week he’d pick her up on her day off and have her do some mega-blowjob scene on his campus…
‘I wonder if she can handle the soccer, cricket and hockey teams together,’ he thought as he took pictures of Tara blowing her thirty-eighth stranger.
Well… she could. The very next weekend she was on her knees again, this time wearing her high school cheerleading uniform in the campus gym taking on three teams. Big Brother had his camera and a fellow photographer out to add even more pictures as well as video coverage to the website that Tara herself just loved.
Yes… his baby sister definitely the niche that would make her famous. And it was definitely on her knees with a never-ending supply of cocks in her mouth.
Way to go, Sis.
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