Chapter 2

I confess that it has been almost a year now since I did my older sister in all of her womanly openings at a time when we both found the temptation of the flesh was too overwhelming to ignore any longer.

Since that time, I have done my best to not enter her feminine folds but we had a mutual agreement that oral and anal coupling was not particularly incestuous and it was a heck of a lot safer than the dangers of an unwanted pregnancy.

Right now, she is twenty and I am nineteen, so we are both adult and able to make our own decisions.

I had been screwing any female that showed any interest in the sport of copulation and learning the do’s and don’ts of how to make a female feel so good that they would always come back for more.

My sister was not different than any other girl or woman in that regard and she had a real appetite for taking it all the way up the ass and asking me to spank her hard at the same time. That was like a box of candy to me and her tiny delicate heart-shaped ass was so tempting that I kept coming back for more like we were a real married couple.

I guess that she knew I was a sure thing and that I would never try to pin her down like some of her less than satisfying “blind dates” that were with guys just looking to get into her pants and had no interest in her as a real person.

Of course, after those terrible dates, I felt it my duty to console her as much as possible and it generally ended with me buried to the hilt in her pretty buttocks with her bouncing and wiggling like a crazy person underneath my relentless pounding. We tended to enjoy taking showers after coupling like honeymooners with nothing else on their mind except sex, sex and more sex.

I can hear her voice now whispering in my welcoming ear,

“Don’t move, Bro, you got me in the right spot. If you move even an inch, I will have to explode and mess up all the sheets.”

I would move up to her pretty nipples and tease them unmercifully until she felt it down there between her lovely legs and she would just moan in that way that told me her orgasm was on the way.

She had told me in confidence that I was the only man that had ever sent her over the edge of feminine orgasm and that she was beginning to think that I had spoiled her for a normal relationship with a marriage-minded bachelor. I had to laugh because I was not as well- endowed as some of the jock-strap dudes that she had pulled down her panties for inside the privacy of the back seat of a car.

My sister had confided in me that the guys with the really big dicks didn’t last as long as me and that she needed that extra time to make her orgasm a certainty.

I was beginning to think my Mom suspected I was bonking my sister from the way Sis kept running her fingers through my hair when she thought nobody else was looking our way. Sometimes when we were all in the family room and we were eating popcorn with the comforter pulled up to our chest, she would grab hold of my business and squeeze me and tug me until I had no other choice than to soak her fingers with my joy juice. We were real careful not to give any outward indication of our mutual pleasure and that made it even more exciting because exposure would be so embarrassing.

It was the accidental placement of my wandering tongue on her ass crack that led to me exploring her anal opening with my lips and tongue in a way that most couples never thought of trying even on a wild and wooly honeymoon.

After I introduced my tongue to her tight little sphincter the first time, she constantly pleaded with me to “do it again” with a pulse-pounding deep voice that promised me all sorts of “pay back” anyway I wanted it with full compliance.

I had sort of become addicted to the sight of her on her knees with my hard rod deep inside her pretty mouth and the way she would look up into my eyes with that promise of more to come even if I couldn’t hold back my flood of teenaged boy juice down her slender throat.

We almost got caught literally with our pants down by Mom on a Sunday afternoon after church and Sis pretended that she was down on her knees to say some promised prayers for the sins that she had already committed. I was doing my best to hide my hard-on and I suspected that she suspected the worst but was too polite to tell us to put a stop to our “fooling around”.

Dad had gotten into a habit of drinking a lot in the evening and by the time it was time for bed he was barely able to get himself into the bed. I felt sorry for Mom because she was still a young, attractive woman of about forty with a well-maintained body that she kept in good shape by going to the gym three times each week.

The day arrived when my Sis had to report to the College dorm for her first semester away from home. I knew that my nights would be fairly open now because I had let all my girlfriends get away as I had my Sis right there in my pocket.

Mom caught me in the shower taking care of business because it was the easiest way to keep all tubes flowing nicely.

She surprised me by shedding all her clothes and joining me in the shower just like Sis and she washed my back and got down to the goodies with her pretty little fingers and made me feel like a King as I spurted so far that my cream was all over the white tile wall. I did the same for her and she thanked me when she reached an explosive orgasm standing on one foot and the other wrapped around my torso.