Chapter 3

Saturday afternoon, 4 'o clock, and I rang the doorbell of a house in the suburbs in a certain city. After about ten seconds the door opened and there she was, in a bathrobe.

My oldest sister Sylvia was standing in the doorway clothed in a Bordeaux red bath robe, and looking from top to bottom I noticed the wore her favorite (and mine) nylon stockings.

"Hello sweetie. Come in quickly."

I walked inside and she closed the front door. I walked into the living room and saw the curtains were closed. This to me looked like a good idea since damn near the whole front of the house was glass, and we wouldn't want the whole neighborhood enjoying our incestuous lust. I sat on the couch and couldn't deny myself I was nervous. Sylvia came walking into the room, and after she stood in the middle of the room, he looked me straight in the eye and starting untying her robe.

And then there she stood, as I've been unable to imagine her n my wildest dreams. She wore the stockings, up to just above the knees. A white cotton pair of panties, partially pulled into the crack of her ass. And a white bra, clenching her large juicy breasts with all its might. It was impossible for it to conceal the shape of the big, stiff nipples, protruding through the material.

"There! This is how I'll be dressed for the rest of the time, or maybe dressed a bit more "casual". And I want you out of those damn clothes as well, until I see you in nothing but underpants."

I again looked her over, noticing her hard nipples almost poking right through her bra. In her crotch I noticed a damp spot, obviously she was leaking profusely from the snatch.

As my sister calmly watched me, I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, after kicking off my shoes. I pulled off my sweater and shirt, after which I pulled down my pants. Even before I kicked my pants away, I noticed my sister licking her lips, looking at the enormous bulge in my underpants. Finally I took off my socks, which also flew through the room. Now I was almost completely naked, and staring deep into my sister's eyes.

"There", she said, "now we can finally go all out and nobody to interfere."

Slowly I saw Sylvia walking toward me until she was standing right in front of me. She then crawled on top of me, knees next to my hips, sitting in my lap. I felt her soft ass sit down on my upper legs, her warm thighs pressing against mine. Her hands ran smoothly over my upper body, her face was right in front of mine. I felt her hot breath in my face as her eyes penetrated mine with a deep stare.

"Tell me, Tony", she whispered, "what would you have me do first?"

I tried to think, and said: "Use your tongue."

"Where?"

"Anywhere you want."

I then watched her bend over a little bit, and felt her hot breath on my left nipple. I shivered as I felt her tongue slide over it. She tickled my nipple with the tip of her tongue, pulled back for a second, and pressed it back against it, this time coating it with saliva. I felt a drop of warm spit slide down my chest over my stomach, only to see my sister take my nipple between her lips and suckle it. At the same time she held her head sideways, and looked up, straight into my eyes. She had a sweet smile as her mouth was open and her tongue, covered in white foamy spit, circled around my nipple. The connection between us was already intense and would become even a lot more intense. By the end of the day we would be each other's sexual slave for always, without the slightest feeling of shame or taboo. My written story had brought out a feeling of incestuous lust in my sister, she previously had never been aware of. How could anyone, especially her own younger brother, be this hot for most personal and intimate body parts: her pussy, her toes, her asshole?

Never again would she view her asshole as just a hole to shit from.

As Sylvia thought about this, she sucked and lightly bit my nipples, and in between her legs she felt my dick grow and grow, and nestle itself deeper into the crevice under her panties, even though two layers of cotton were still separating our sex tools.

I looked at her soppy tongue, and let my hands roam through her brown hair. I held her head between my hands and said hornily: "Fuck my mouth with your drooling tongue."

Her head came up faster than you could say "spit" and I felt my sister pressing her sticky tongue between my lips and starting to fuck it with her female spit-covered tongue. Sloppy, squishy sounds were accompanied by loud groans from brother and sister as torrents of saliva slid from my lips to my chin. Our mouths were completely connected by a thick layer of drool. Meanwhile my hand was slipping down her back, and into her panties. My index and middle finger slipped into the sweaty crack of her ass and were roughly rubbing at her poopchute. The tips of my fingers were poking at it a little, as if to loosen her nether entrance up a bit.

My sister's lips came off of mine, and pulled several strands of saliva with them as she started yelling.

"OOOHH, your fingers always feel so good on my asshole. Yeah, like that. Rub your fingers over my shithole. Harder."

My free hand now slid over her stomach upwards until they slid over her tits. I squeezed her spongy breasts and the tips of my fingers slid over her nipples. Sylvia unstrapped her bra and at once her big juicy breasts dropped and bounced loose. I ogled her large aureoles and started drooling.

"Suck my tits."

Off course I happily obliged. I fastened my mouth tightly to one of her breasts and suckled the big nipple. Meanwhile my free hand had slipped inside her sodden panties, in the front. My fingers slid through a very moist and warm bush of pubic hair and were almost immediately sucked into her searing hot, drenching slit.

"Oh Christ, Tony. Finger my holes. Finger fuck my cunt. Finger fuck my ass. Stick your fingers in your horny sister."

The squishy sounds were loudly audible as I furiously pumped my fingers in the red hot holes of my oldest sister. Her juices were oozing down my finger over my hand and my other finger were slipping into her butt more easily, courtesy of the anal juices there. Like a bitch in heat (which she was) Sylvia rode her lower body over my lap.

"Is this what you've been dreaming of", I asked her hoarsely, barely able to catch my breath, "Or were it my stories that drove you wild?"