Wild Sex Tales(Erotica)

Fortunately (or not, depending on your perspective), my big sister didn’t mean naked, which is what I initially thought she intended.

“No, we need underwear, silly!” Lucy said, clearly trying not to laugh.

We were in my bedroom this time. Keeping things fresh, I guess. It was a few days after our previous encounter, and I’d spent the entire time on tenterhooks trying to figure out what Lucy had meant by ‘without pants.’ Obviously, I’d guessed wrong.

“That would be way too much like actual sex,” Lucy explained, as if this were a totally logical way to draw the line. “Also, to be honest we’ve had to cut back on some necessities because of, well, everything. You know, medical things. So, I’m like, not safe. At the moment. Having at least a layer between me and any of your little swimmers is probably for the best.”

“Wow, I’m sorry,” I said, “That sucks.”

In all that we’d been going through, basic needs like birth control had never occurred to me. I guess being a guy afforded me a few more luxuries than I’d realized. I wondered what else the family was going without in the moment. Things that had never occurred to me.

“It’s whatever,” Lucy said, “Honestly, it’s not the end of the world. Not like I have a boyfriend or anything right now. And Mom thinks we’ll be able to get insurance back in a few months, so I’ll be good to go.”

“OK,” I said, “Still, is there’s something I can do to help?”

“Well, you can start by taking your pants off so we can do this properly,” Lucy said. I mean, if that wasn’t the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard, what is?

I smirked at my sister and lowered my bottoms, careful to keep my boxers in place. Lucy shucked off her own shorts and hopped up onto my bed. She lay back, unable to keep from making a silly giggle.

“OK, same as last time,” Lucy said.

I wish I could tell you that I was used to being in such close contact with my sister by then. But getting on top of her was the same disorienting experience all over again. I was dizzy like I’d climbed a mountain, rather than mounted my sexy older sibling.

I rested my hardness on Lucy’s sex. Well, she was right about one thing, pressing with just underwear on was way different. The thin cloth seemed barely able to contain us. I swore I could feel the heat and dampness of my sister’s pussy. I was certain she could feel the warmth of my hard-on. The fly of my boxers never felt so precarious.

I pressed and Lucy moaned. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, holding me close. I became very aware of how much we were bare skin to bare skin. Her legs on mine. I buried my head in the crook of her neck. Her scent overwhelmed me as I ground into her.

“Oh Dylan.” Lucy humped up into me. I could tell the pleasure was taking hold of her this time. “So good.”

Both of us were slick with sweat. My room was already hot, but now it felt like we were baking. My muscles ached. How was this so much work?

“Getting… close…” Lucy said.

I pressed down as hard as I could. Lucy made this strange, high pitched, strained noise. Then punctuated it with a gasp. The effort put me over the top as well. Both of us came hard, wrapped around each other.

When it was over, Lucy cackled and gave me a peck on the lips. I was so enraptured by my orgasm, by my sister’s, I didn’t even startle.

“Yup, better with just underwear,” Lucy said. She pushed me off of her and I saw I’d left a pretty large wet spot on her panties. She had a few streaks down her legs, as well. The liquid was white, so I knew it wasn’t only my sister’s lubrication. “No further, though,” Lucy said, “It would be way too dangerous.”

I nodded my agreement. Both of us drifted off for a nap.

*

Despite everything going on with the family finances, there was one area that my parents swore we could not skimp on: my baby sister Lindsay’s eighteenth birthday party.

We invited everyone we could think of to the house — family, friends, neighbors — whoever wanted to come plus quite a few people who probably didn’t but showed up anyway. We rented a tent for the backyard, plus tables and chairs. We had catered food, a live band (some of Lindsay’s high school friends who agreed to $3/hour, but still), the whole thing.

If there wasn’t too much food, too many people, and too much noise there was an overabundance of one thing: alcohol. And that’s what led to all the trouble.

I spent most of my time trying to enjoy myself. In some ways, it was nice, seeing all these people — family and friends that I’d managed to avoid all summer suddenly felt welcome. At least mostly. Every conversation was twinged with the fear that someone was going to start interrogating me about what was going on with me or the family. It gave even the sweetest moments a sour twist.

About a couple of hours into it, I was walking back from the bathroom when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and saw Lucy standing behind me, grinning from ear-to-ear. She was wearing a sleeveless, summery dress with a pink, floral pattern that showed off her curves. Lucy had a beer in her hand and, judging by the look in her eyes, quite a few more in her belly.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“Hey Dylan,” she said, a bit too loudly, “There’s someone who wants to say ‘hi.'”

“OK?”

Lucy took my hand and led me out to the backyard. There had to be at least twenty people out there, impressive considering the size of our lawn. Lucy pulled me straight through the morass to the back, where a cute brunette was lying back in a recliner. She was wearing a tight, black top with blue jeans and sunglasses. Her dark hair hung past her shoulders.

“Dylan, you remember Kara, don’t you?” Lucy said, then collapsed into giggles.

I did my best to say hello while also ignoring my sister. I did, indeed, remember Kara. Lying back in the sun, she was even cuter than my mind had given her credit for. The petite brunette extended her hand, and I gave it a little touch.

“Don’t mind Lucy,” Kara said, “She’s had a few too many, I fear.”

“What about you?”

“Oh, definitely don’t ignore me,” Kara said. She gave me a sly smile.

Lucy started laughing even harder.

“Jeez Lucy, take a breath,” I said.

I sat on the end of the lounger and talked to Kara for a bit. She was back from school for a couple weeks, having spent most of the summer in Italy visiting an uncle. She had all sorts of stories about adventures on the Amalfi Coast, eating amazing food, and basically having the experience of a lifetime.

“What about you?” Kara asked, “How’s your summer been?”

“Oh, just hanging out,” I said, very aware of my sister’s presence. I’m sure my cheeks flushed as I said it.

“Yeah, Lucy told me all about it,” Kara said. My heart slowed. A rush filled my ears. My sister hadn’t told Kara everything everything, had she? “She said you guys have been sitting around the house watching movies or whatever. Sounds miserable.”

“Oh, yes,” I said, relief flooding me. “That’s exactly what’s been happening.”

“Well, I can’t say it’s exactly been bad for you,” Kara said, eyeing me meaningfully, “You look good, Dylan. You filled out.”

“Oh, um, thanks,” I said, “You do too. Even cuter than I remembered.”

“Cuter, huh?” Kara said.