Wild Sex Tales(Erotica)

The next day at work, I was so distracted I almost spilled coffee on myself twice. I was so amped up, I snapped at three people. As soon as I could, I hurried home.

“Oh, big brother, I didn’t even see you come in,” Jennifer said, grinning mischievously as I opened the door to my apartment. “Very naughty sneaking in on your sister like that.”

She was wearing the robe again, but it was wide open. She had on a pair of very girly yellow panties with a teddy bear on the front. She pulled them to the side and began plunging her fingers into her pussy.

“You’re not. Not supposed to see your little sister. Stroking herself.”

“I couldn’t help myself sis,” I said, getting onto the part, “I wanted you so bad.”

“God, that’s hot,” Jennifer said. I couldn’t tell if it was really her or if she was still in her naughty sister persona. “I’m getting off just thinking about you. Your big brother cock. Oh bro, I want it in my pussy so bad. Would it be so wrong? If you stuck that awesome dick in your sister’s sloppy pussy?”

“Jennifer…”

“Play. Please.”

“No,” I said, and her face went ashen. “I mean yes. It would be OK. We’d just slip it in. See how it feels.”

“Right,” Jennifer said, making her way back to the couch. She sat down on the edge, keeping her legs spread. The whole time, she stroked herself so fast, I could barely see her fingers. “It wouldn’t be sex. We’d just be — uhn — playing. Would you like that? Do you want to put your cock inside your sister?”

“Yes,” I said. My hand was down around my dick. Squeezing through my dress pants.

“Oh please,” Jennifer said, “Oh please put that brother cock in me.”

She was so into it, I couldn’t tell where the game ended and reality began.

“I don’t care that I’m not protected. I want it inside. You’ll pull out in time, right? You won’t put a baby in your baby sister, will you?”

“Never,” I said, “I just want to feel. Inside of you. Make you cum.”

“Oh, I would cum so hard on your cock,” Jennifer said, “Oh! Oh bro. I can it feel it you’re gonna… AH!”

Jennifer’s whole body stiffened, except for those trembling toes again. Her chest and face flushed. Then she sank, liquid, into the cushions.

I started to undo my belt. I couldn’t stop myself.

“Please Matt,” Jennifer said, holding up her hand. “One more day.”

That night, when I was about to go to sleep, my door cracked open. Jennifer came in, wearing a surprisingly unsexy pair of heavy flannel pajamas. She sat on the end of the bed. I was expecting another show. Instead, she sat there looking pouty.

“What I said tonight,” Jennifer said, “You know I’m just, like, pretending, right?”

“I know,” I said, as if I really did, “Standard disclaimer.”

“It’s neat to share it with you,” Jennifer said, “But I know it’s wrong. I don’t want you to, you know, expect things.”

“It’s fine,” I said, “I get it. It’s fun to play around like that.”

“Agreed,” Jennifer said, “We haven’t touched each other yet and I think it should stay that way.”

“You already touched me,” I said, “Remember? You grabbed my dick.”

“Oh yes,” she said, suddenly looking dreamy as she remembered the moment, “That didn’t count.”

“Sure,” I said, “We won’t touch anymore.”

“Right,” Jennifer said, “But watching. Talking dirty. That’s alright. Right?”

Honestly, we both knew we were lying to each other. But the truth was something neither of us was ready to say. So, we told ourselves these falsehoods, shared them with each other for strength, as if that would somehow make them real.

“It’s fine,” I said, “Just a bit of fun.”

“Exactly,” Jennifer said, “But if you don’t feel good about tomorrow. You know, the um, big blowout? We can skip it.”

“Do you?” I asked. “Want to stop it?”

“No way,” Jennifer said, “But if you feel like things are going too far?”

“Maybe we should,” I said, “Slow things down. A little. To be safe.”

“Right,” Jennifer said, “Maybe that’ll be for the best.”

“Let’s decide in the morning,” I said, “See how we feel.”

“After work, if you still want to,” Jennifer said.

“Even better,” I said, “It’ll be good to get a break.”

*

The next morning, I called in sick to work. For the first time in my whole career, over a decade, I faked a cough and told them I couldn’t come in. I heard Jennifer doing the same right next to me. She could barely get through it without giggling.

When we hung up, my sister looked at me like I’d just told her I was taking her to Disney World. Whatever trepidation we’d had the night before had been burned off in the morning sunrise. I started to take off my pajamas, but again, she stopped me.

“Let’s let it build all day,” Jennifer said.

I groaned, but I couldn’t say no to my little sister. Instead, I got up and showered while she made me breakfast. Then we sat down, picked out some new stories, and started to read. I knew I wasn’t supposed to touch myself. But again and again, I found myself feeling my dick through my shorts, as if my hand had headed there of its own accord.

Jennifer, for her part, stayed mostly behaved. At first. She treated the day like one long stripping game. At breakfast, she was fully dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. Her long, brown hair tied up in a tight ponytail.

By lunch, she was down to just the shirt and a pair of scarlet, boyshorts panties. After we ate, she took off her t-shirt to reveal the racy, matching bra. By evening, we’d each read about ten stories each. My sister was completely naked, hair tickling at the tips of her breasts.

Jennifer started to strip me as well, undoing my belt while I was calling for Chinese delivery. When the food arrived, we both ate it naked. Chopsticks plus bare skin isn’t exactly cleanly, but we made it work.

“Where do you want to do this?” Jennifer asked, “The grand finale.”

“Bedroom?”

“Yes,” she said, the hunger in her eyes was inescapable.

We rushed back and jumped on my bed. We started, as usual, with a story. This one was about siblings who played a silly card game that turned sexual. I felt my naked cock stiffen against my leg. Soon it was in my hand. I lightly stroked, not wanting to go over the top too soon. My body was like kindling, ready to spark off at any second.

Jennifer pushed the iPad out of my face. She was sitting across from me, stunning. She had her hands in her crotch. Her breasts shook with every strum. She smiled at me, then looked straight at my cock.

We watched each other as we went off. It was getting harder and harder to pace myself.

“Oh, but brother, we can’t,” Jennifer said, her voice nearly a whisper “Mom and Dad are both outside. They’ll hear us.”

“Then be quieter,” I said.

“Can’t help it,” Jennifer said, “Feels too good.”Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

I smirked. My sister and her stories.

“Wait, don’t…”

I froze.

“Don’t put it in me,” Jennifer said, smirking, “Please. Brother, it’s way too big. It won’t fit.”

She stared at me expectantly.

“Um, I mean, just try it,” I said, “A little bit. I know you’ll like it.”

“You can’t go in me, I’m not on birth control,” Jennifer said.

“I’ll pull out,” I said, “I promise.”

“Do you like it?” Jennifer asked, intentionally shaking her breasts, “My body?”