I've had fantasies about my middle sister for many years and I long suspected she had more than just normal brother and sister feelings for me, too.
To be honest with you neither of us had ever acted on them outside of playing doctor and general necking as is most often found in siblings.
My name is Arshad and the sister I am going to talk about, her name is KIshwer.
Growing up, I often got mixed signals. Kishwer would often walk around the house almost nude when our parents were away.
I would often go in and talk to her while she was taking a bath and she would make no attempt to cover herself. As a boy, I found myself coming up with excuses to talk to her as she bathed and sometimes Kishwer would often call me into the bathroom and ask me to help her to wash or rinse her hair or to wash her back.
As stated before Kishwer and I never had any major sexual contact But on one occasion,
a New Years Eve which Kishwer gave me a kiss on the lips at the stroke of midnight.
It wasn't a passionate kiss, and I didn't think much of it at the time.
As the years passed, however, I found myself fondly remembering that kiss and wishing I had made an effort to go further.
After another 15 years, I finally came up with a plan to find out how interested my Sister was that would keep either one of us from being embarrassed or looking foolish.
Kishwer had just gotten a used computer from a friend,
and she wanted to try out email.
Kishwer was still a relative novice about computers. I gave her my e-mail address and, even though we only lived about 30 miles apart, we corresponded regularly via email.
One day a thought occurred to me. I sent Kishwer an e-mail, but I made it appear like it was meant for someone else and had just been addressed incorrectly. If she said anything, I would just say I had selected the wrong e-mail address from the list in my computer. I made the message seem like it was meant for an old co-worker of mine that I had stayed in contact with. Just general chitchat at first, asking how things were going, that sort of thing. I also included a picture file with it of a gorgeous woman caressing a man's rigid penis and leaning forward to take it into her mouth. I knew Kishwer computer would automatically download the picture and display it, since I had set the computer up.
I sent the message and waited a few days. I checked my e-mail daily looking for a reply from her, but found none. I decided she had chose to pretend she never got it to avoid embarrassing me.
So I sent another message with another picture. This one was of a couple. The woman was sitting on the man's lap and he had his hard cock buried halfway inside her pussy. It was an excellent shot. All the pictures I sent her were carefully selected as not to be too graphic or outlandish.
In the e-mail (again directed at my friend), I said I didn't know what happened to the first picture but here was another. And I asked him to let me know if he got it. I waited another few days and still heard nothing, so I tried one more time. This time the picture was a cumshot. A man had just pulled his cock out of a gorgeous woman's wet cunt and shot his load all over her stomach. Again, I asked for confirmation that he had received the picture.
A few days later, I got e-mail from my sister. She explained that the pictures I had been sending had been going to her and I might want to check the address they were supposed to be going to. She made a remark about how she didn't know I was a collector of “fine art”. She meant it as a joke, so I decided to send a remark to her, as a joke, to see if I could determine her true feelings. I wrote her back and said if she was interested in fine art, I could send her more samples. I also said I was sorry if she was embarrassed or if I had made her ashamed of me. She wrote back saying she could never be ashamed of me and there was nothing wrong with the pictures. In fact, she said, she kind of liked them. She said she preferred stories though. That was why she was always reading romance novels, but they had gotten boring. I replied that I also had a collection of stories, but they might be a bit graphic for her tastes. She asked me to send her one and she would be the judge.
After several more e-mail conversations and several stories, I sprung the trap. She had gotten to where she would expect a new story every Friday night and she often wrote that she enjoyed them, but it was a shame she was single and didn't have someone to share them with. When I knew I had her interested in the stories, I sent her my favorite. It was a story about Sister-brother incest. I waited, hoping she wouldn't be repulsed by it or think I was sick. She didn't send me any e-mail the next week and I thought she had decided her brother was a pervert and she wanted to have no contact with me.
Finally, after a couple of messages from me, she replied. She said the story was great, and that it stirred up all kinds of feelings in her. Feelings she didn't know if she could share with me, because they weren't right.
I told her that I didn't care what she said. She was my sister and I would always love her. I just hoped I hadn't disappointed her or made her think I was disturbed. She said no, she would never think that.
The next weekend, I decided to make an unannounced visit. She lived in an apartment near by, so I stopped by and found her by the pool. She was in a simple one-piece bathing suit. When she saw me, she grabbed her towel and wrapped it around herself.
We walked back to her apartment and sat down in the living room. I asked her if she was sure the story didn't upset her and said I would stop sending her anything like that if she wanted. She just stared at the floor for several seconds and then said she wanted me to keep sending her stuff and that she actually enjoyed the story. She slowly looked up and I couldn't tell whether she was going to laugh or cry. She looked very nervous. I decide 15 years was long enough and I leaned forward and kissed her gently on the mouth.
"I love you, Kishwer." I said.
She breathed a sigh of relief and threw her arms around my neck. "I love you, too Arshad."
She hugged me tight for several seconds and when she started to draw away, I kept my arms around her, allowing her to pull away just enough so we were face to face. I kissed her again. This time more passionately. Her lips yielded beneath mine and parted slightly. A small moan escaped her throat and I started to open my mouth slightly. My tongue slipped into her mouth to touch hers and it was as if an electric spark had gone off.
Suddenly we were holding each other tightly and kissing passionately. I laid her back on the couch and pulled her towel off. My hands roamed over her body, cupping her firm breasts and feeling the nipples harden in my palms. I began kissing her neck and shoulders while my hands slid the straps of her swimsuit down. As I freed her breasts, she sat up.
"What are we doing?" she asked, sounding slightly scared.
"I'm showing you how much I love you," I told her and gently pushed her back on the couch. She lay back willingly and closed her eyes.
I sucked a nipple into my mouth and began to suck on it, just as I had almost 30 years ago. Kishwer body stiffened as I sucked on her tits and kneaded them with my hands. I slipped my hands behind her and began to squeeze her ass as I continued to suck her tits and she moaned again, slightly louder this time. I shifted position so I was next to her. I could feel my hard cock pressed against her thigh and I knew she could feel it, too. She started pressing back against it and her hands caressed my shoulders.
I slipped a hand down the back of her suit and caressed her bare ass. I dragged my fingers up and down the crack of her ass. I felt the tip of my finger just barely touch her asshole and the hair that surrounded her pussy. She drew a sharp breath when my finger touched her asshole and pressed her thigh against my cock again. I got down on the floor in front of her and started to pull her swimsuit off. She looked at me for a moment hesitantly and then a smile spread across her face as she lifted her ass from the couch and allowed me to pull the swimsuit down. She sat there on the couch in front of me naked. I started kissing her toes and worked my way up her legs, stopping to nibble at the back of her knees and kissing my way up the inside of her soft thighs. A glance up showed me that her pussy was dripping with sweet nectar and I couldn't wait to taste it. I paused just above her cunt, letting her feel my hot breath on her wet pussy. She sighed and reached down to run her fingers through my hair. I put out my tongue and touched it to her clit. Her body stiffened as if by an electric shock and before she could relax, I clamped my mouth around her luscious cunt and began to lick and suck her clit.
I plunged my tongue deep into her cunt as the juice ran down my face.
Kishwer had her hands on my head and began to press me against her harder, urging me to continue. Her moans grew louder and I could feel her clit swell as I flicked it with my tongue. She got wetter and wetter and her moans grew louder. After only a few minutes, her moaning turned into panting and she pressed my face into her gash.
"Oh god. I'm coming Arshad! Don't stop," she gasped.
I continued to eat her moist pussy and she began to buck against my face, lifting her hips up off the couch. I reached behind her and grabbed her ass and pulled her cunt to my mouth, grinding my lips and tongue against her engorged clit. Her panting continued and I could feel her ass and pussy muscles contract as her orgasm washed over her. As her orgasm faded, I continued to flick her clit gently with my tongue until she put her hands on my head and pulled me up to face her.
"Where did you learn to do that," she gasped. "No one's ever done that to me before."
"Are you kidding? I've been thinking about this day for the past 15 years," I said.
She smiled shyly and I tilted her head back to kiss her again.
I stood up and took of my shirt and pulled down my jeans and underwear. My hard cock sprang out and she gasped. My cock was swollen and throbbing, begging for action and she just stared at it, saying nothing. I took her by the hand and gently picked her up. Kishwer is about 5'6" and probably less than 120 pounds. I'm 6'1" and weigh about 190, so it was no problem to scoop her up. I carried her into the bedroom and gently laid her down on the bed. I crawled up beside her and for the first time.
I felt Kishwer bare skin against mine. I pulled her to me and her left hand gently grasped my hard cock. She stroked it lovingly.
"Now what do you have in mind," she asked.
"I'd like to show you just how much I love you," I told her.
"You mean ... But we can't. That would be wrong"
"C'mon, Kishwer. We're both adults and we love each other.
She seemed to melt in my arms when I said that. I pulled her close and began to kiss her again. This time my hard cock slipped between her thighs as she lay next to me, leaving a trail of precum on her leg. I put an arm around her waist and pulled her close and felt the head of my cock slide along the opening of her pussy. She moaned again, exhaling into my mouth. I slowly rolled her onto her back and at the same time I rolled on top of her. She looked at my face, saying nothing. Her eyelids fluttered as my twitching cock rubbed against her burning pussy lips. I lay against her, feeling her breasts flatten under my chest. Her hands went around my back and I could feel her fingernails lightly dragging down my spine. I reached down with one hand and guided my cock into her cunt. She was so wet, the first few inches of my cock slipped in easily.
We both moaned and I knew I had to stop or I would shoot my load in her before I ever got all the way in. Her eyes were closed and I felt the walls of her cunt surrounding my cock. I silently begged for her to stop or I wouldn't be able to last long enough to truly enjoy this.
After a minute of thinking about anything else, I was able to resume moving and pulled out slightly before pushing back in. I could feel the walls of her pussy dragging on my cock.
She was so tight!
I pressed forward and most of my cock slid in. She gasped again. I pulled back slightly one more time and this time with a slow, forceful motion, pushed my cock all the way into her dripping cunt. I felt our pubic hairs mash together and I stopped again. I lay against her enjoying the feeling of my cock buried to the hilt into my own Sister's cunt.
"I love you, Kishwer," I told her.
"I love you, too, Arshad," she said.
I waited a minute before I started to move again, but when I set up a rhythm, pumping my cock in and out of Sister's dripping snatch, she started to moan again. It was only a couple of minutes, before her moans became cries of ecstasy.
"That's it, big bro," she panted. "Oh god, fuck me. Fuck your sister’s pussy."
Hearing my own Sister talk to me that way spurred me on and I began to ram my cock in and out of her cunt, bottoming out on each stroke and feeling the head of my cock poke against her cervix. She grunted each time I pushed all the way in and began to lift her ass up off the bed to meet my strokes. Her orgasm hit and she her body stiffened. She let out a long moan and her count muscles began to spasm around my cock. The pleasure was just too intense.
"I'm going to cum," I told her.
"Oh yeah. Cum in me Arshad, It’s okay. Give me all your cum. Shoot it in your sister’s pussy."
When she said that, I knew it was too late to do anything else. A couple more strokes and I forced my cock further into her snatch than I thought possible. I felt my balls slap against her luscious ass as I plunged in. My cock twitched and then began to fire load after load of cum into her cunt. Not only was Kishwer’s the best pussy I had ever felt, the fact that this was my own Sister made it so intense I nearly passed out. Every muscle in my body contracted and my calves twitched uncontrollably. My arms gave out and I lie there on top of my Sister as I flooded her cunt with cum. She held me tight and, as my orgasm subsided.
After a minute or so, I regained my composure. I rolled off her and my cock slipped out of her pussy with an audible `plop.'
Giggling Kishwer reached down to feel my cum flowing from her cunt. She pulled her cum-covered hand up and rubbed it on her stomach and breasts until they were shiny.
"Why did we wait so long for this," she said rolling over on her side and putting her head on my chest.
"I wish I knew." I told her as I lay on my back and just enjoyed the feel of her next to me. She placed her right hand on my wet and wilting cock and draped one leg across mine. She was close enough that I felt my own cum pool in the crevice between our legs as it dribbled from her twat. We lay there for a while until Kishwer noticed that my cock was rapidly rising to attention. But that's another story.
