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Little Sisters Helping Hand
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LITTLE SISTER'S HELPING HAND
A Family Love Fantasy by Day Dreamer
My sister Cathy is a only a year younger than I and is a year
behind me in school. Because we are so near the same age, we
have always been very close to each other, confiding our
secrets and presenting a united front in our relations with
other people. I've always been the protective big brother,
and she has been the supportive, adoring little sister. We
respect each other's ideas and thoughts and depend on each
other for advice and support.
This has been particularly true with respect to my dating.
Because Cathy is either a friend or a classmate of almost
every girl I date, she is able to give me advice and fill me
in on almost all of them. Since Cathy and I don't have
secrets from each other, she knows me well enough to guess
that my primary interest is in what a girl has between her
legs rather than between her ears. Much of her advice and
wisdom is thus about how far girls will go. I am often
surprised by the extent of Cathy's knowledge, especially
since she very seldom dates and is by her own admittance
still a virgin.
Cathy warned me that the girl I had lined up for a Friday
date was strictly a prick tease--that she had a reputation
for letting a boy feel everything she had but not giving a
thing in return, not even a hand-job. She was a real fox,
though, and I was egotistical enough to believe I could
succeed where others had failed.
Cathy was right about the girl. After I had taken her out to
the lake and parked, in hardly any time I had her bra off and
my lips on her nipples. She moaned and writhed in pleasure
from my stimulation of her big white boobs. Before long I
had my hand under her skirt and between her legs, fingers
under her panties and running up and down her slit. She was
all wet between her legs so I knew she was responding to my
finger work. I tried to pull her panties down, but she
resisted, shaking her head and saying she didn't go that far.
By this time I was in bad shape--hard-on throbbing and balls
aching to release their pent-up load. I took the girl's hand
and put in on top of my throbbing cock. She just left her
hand there, totally inert, and didn't do a thing with it. I
told her I was hurting real bad and asked her to give me
hand-job to relieve my ache. She shook her head again and
told me she just couldn't touch my "nasty old thing."
Well, I was more than just a little disappointed--I was
thoroughly pissed off. My cock and balls were aching and
needed relief badly, and she wouldn't help me at all. I just
started up the car and headed for the girl's house. All I
wanted to do was get her to her house and me back to my house
so I could give myself a nice slow hand-job and get rid of
the ache between my legs. She quickly rearranged her clothes
back to where they should be and seemed relieved that her
ordeal was over. What a tease, I thought. I decided that
from then on I'd listen when Cathy tells me a girl is just a
tease.
When I walked into my house, Cathy was still up. Our parents
had already gone to bed, but she was sitting up watching TV.
She gotten herself ready for bed and was wearing a pair of
baby-doll pajamas. When I looked at her dressed like that, I
realized that Cathy was growing up to be a beautiful girl.
She was blossoming into womanhood and filled out the top of
her pajamas very nicely. Her legs were especially nice, thin
and muscular from her work in school athletics. She got up
and came over to me when I entered, and whispering so that
she wouldn't wake our parents, she asked how things went on
the date. I'm sure she could tell from the look on my face
that it had been a complete washout, but because she always
took an interest in me, she asked anyway. I grinned, a
rueful grin, but nonetheless a grin, and told her about my
evening of sexual frustration.
Cathy hugged me in sympathy and I held her close. Whether it
was because I was so horny and she looked so nice to me or
what, but I held her closer than a brother usually holds a
sister. From being so up-close and personal, she had no
difficulty learning that I still had a raging hard-on from my
unrelieved ache. "Poor Baby," Cathy said sympathetically,
"is that what a tease does to a boy?"
"Yeah," I responded. "It's causing me a bad case of stone-
ache."
"What's stone-ache?" Cathy asked.
"It means my balls ache from getting all hot and bothered,"
I explained.
"What does it take to get relief?" Cathy asked.
"Well, getting off is the only way to get relief. Since I
didn't get laid, I guess I'll have to resort to a hand-job."
Cathy's eyes got wide and she said, "You mean masturbate?
Get off by doing it to yourself?"
"Yeah," I said, laughing quietly, "I guess that's what I
mean. Since I couldn't get a girl to give me a hand-job,
I'll just have to do it myself."
"Does it feel better if a girl does it?" Cathy asked.
"Oh, yes! But she didn't come through, so I'm out of luck
this evening."
Cathy said so low that I had to strain to hear her, "I know a
girl who will do it for you this evening if you'll show her
how."
"You do?" I said, surprised. "Who?"
Cathy put her lips to my ear and whispered, "Me."
I pushed her out to arms' length and whispered, "You'd give
me a hand-job, Cathy? You really would?"
Cathy smiled shyly and told me that she felt sorry for me
since I seemed to be suffering and wanted to try to help me.
She said that was the "least thing she could do for her sweet
big brother."
We turned off the TV and all the lights and went to my room.
Even though there weren't any lights on, there was sufficient
light from a street light to be able to see fairly clearly.
I sat on my bed and took off all my clothes except for my
Jockey shorts. They did little to hide my protruding, rock-
hard cock as it made a tent out in front. As I slowly pushed
my shorts down, Cathy came over and sat down next to me on
the bed. I could see her eyes go big as my rigid tool came
into view. She gasped a little, and said, "God, I had no
idea you were so big. This is the first hard penis I've ever
seen, and I didn't know they got so big. I've never touched
one before, either, so you'll have to tell me what I'm
supposed to do."
I took Cathy's hand and showed her how to wrap it around my
cock and stroke up and down. She started a gentle up and
down movement, and I pushed my hips up to meet each one of
her strokes. The whole head of my cock was covered in pre-
cum and it glistened in the light coming through the window.
Her hand moved up into the juice with each stroke and soon my
entire cock was coated in my slick male lubrication. "You're
getting all wet," Cathy whispered.
"Boys get wet when they're horny," I said.
"Then you must really be horny," Cathy said, smiling, and
increasing the length of her strokes.
"Oh, yeah!" I said. "Am I ever. That's really beginning to
feel good." It was feeling so good, in fact, that I was on
the verge of coming. Not just an ordinary come, but a really
hard come. Cathy's hand-job was the best one I had ever had.
She might not have known how, but she had learned in a hurry.
I also suspected that having my own fox of a little sister
give me the hand-job made it much better than it had ever
been before. I had just decided that my sister was better
looking than any of the girls I had been dating, and having
her hand working on my cock, having her sit there in her
revealing baby-doll pajamas, made it a special hand-job.
My stomach muscles tightened, my buttocks clenched, and I
thrust my cock up into Cathy's hand. A large spurt of hot
sperm shot out and into the air. It landed on my stomach as
another spurt went skyward. Soon I was splattered all over
my front and Cathy's hand was drenched from the outpouring of
the best orgasm I had ever experienced. I slowly released my
breath from having held it throughout my entire explosion. I
sighed and my muscles slowly relaxed. "God, Cathy," I
whispered, "that was so good."
"I can't believe what a mess we've made," Cathy said,
laughing quietly. "I'll get a towel and clean this up."
Cathy cleaned both she and I and the bed, mopping up globs of
come from all over.
While she was still sitting by me on the bed, I said, "Thank
you. I don't know how I can repay for this. I really
appreciate it. My stone-ache's all gone, and I can relax and
go to sleep now."
"Just knowing you liked it is thanks enough," Cathy
whispered. "Besides, it was fun for me, too. I'll be glad
to give you a helping hand any time you need it," she said,
smiling at her own pun.
* * * * * * *
The following Friday night I got home from my date around
11:00 pm and found Cathy waiting up for me. She was dressed
in pajamas that were more revealing than the previous week.
The tops were semi-transparent, and I could see the shadows
of her nipples through them. The bottoms weren't transpar-
ent, but they were so sheer that the bulge of her pubic hair
showed very clearly. I had bombed out again on my date and
was extremely horny, and seeing her dressed like that only
made it worst. I wondered if she would remember her promise
from last week and offer to give me another hand-job.
Cathy came up to me and gave me a welcome-home hug. I pushed
my hard-on at her so that it was impossible for her to miss
it. She dropped her hand to my bulge and gently squeezed.
"It looks like brother needs a helping hand again," she said.
"Oh, God, do I ever!" I whispered. She took my hand and led
me up to my room. There, in the just the light from the
street, she stripped me and started working on my cock,
giving me a glorious hand-job. I opened my eyes and looked
down. I saw her hand working on my cock, and then I saw her
other hand. It was buried between her own legs, working away
in the recesses hidden there. I stopped her hand on my cock
and whispered, "Oh, Cathy, I'm so sorry. All I seem to be
thinking about is myself. I forgot that you probably get
horny, too. Does playing with my cock make you horny?"
"Yes!" Cathy said emphatically. "I had to come off twice
last Friday night after I was with you. Just seeing your
hard cock and seeing you shoot off made me so horny I
couldn't go to sleep without getting off myself." She gave
me a little grin and said, "I guess girls get their own type
of stone-ache, too."
"Well, fair's fair. If you get me off, then I'll get you
off. How does that sound?" I asked.
"Okay, but why don't we do each other at the same time?"
"Yeah, that's an even better idea," I said. I pushed her
down on the bed and then laid down next to her, so that we
were lying on our sides facing each other. I took her top
leg and put it on top of my hip, causing her crotch to spread
wide open and available to my hand. I put my hand down the
top of her pajama bottoms and delved down until I reached the
lips of her womanhood. I ran my finger down into the
channel, sliding it over the swollen nub of her clitoris.
She jerked herself against my hand as I did so, and moaned in
pleasure. I dove my fingers down into the hot runnel of her
crease, collected a pool of her slick, juicy cream, and
brought it up to her pleasure button. Concentrating on that,
I worked my hand gently and persistently, determined to give
Cathy as good if not better pleasure than she was giving me.
Cathy resumed her ministrations to my cock, masturbating me
with gentle up-and-down strokes. We were looking right into
each others eyes as we pleasured each other. We worked in
silence, except for moans and an occasional "Oh, yes. Oh, so
good." Our orgasms were approaching fast as we both worked
harder and faster at each others sexes. "Oh, I'm almost
there," Cathy moaned. "Kiss me while I come. I want to be
kissed and come at the same time."
Our lips merged together and tongues intertwined. Our mouths
were moving on each other as frantically as our hands were
moving below. We peaked at the same instant, spasms racking
each of us, and gasped and panted into each others mouths.
I could feel her hips tighten down on my hand and her labial
lips move in little convulsions. My come erupted from my
cock, spraying all over Cathy's front, drenching her pajamas
from waist to crotch, and sending streaks of sticky sperm
down her thighs. After we came down from our orgasms, Cathy
got a towel and tried to clean up our mess. Streaks of come
were all over my bed and her pajamas. She cleaned up some,
but the rest of it would have to dry. "I've got to do
something about this next time. I'll have to have something
to catch your come in," Cathy smiled and whispered to me.
"Thank you, Cathy," I told her as she was ready to go to her
room.
"No, thank you, this time. It was really good for me this
time. You're right, it is better when someone else's hand
does it. 'night, Jimmy."
* * * * * * * *
The following Friday came around, and once more I had a date
and Cathy didn't. I didn't even try to make out on the date,
just took the girl to a movie, a hamburger and malt, and then
home. I figured that what Cathy and I would do later would
be far better than anything that might happen with my date.
I was blazing horny, but wanted to wait, recognizing that
Cathy was prettier, had a better body, and was far sexier
than any of her friends that I might date. Besides, I had
the feeling that Cathy had been steering me toward the girls
who would turn me down, insuring that I would bring my hard-
on home to her rather than get off with my date.
I suspect I was right, because when I walked in the door,
Cathy just started walking to my room and waved for me to
follow. As soon as we had the door closed, Cathy was all
over me, stripping me, rubbing her hands over my chest, and
stroking my throbbing, jutting cock. She pushed me on the
bed, so that I was on my back, my cock standing up like a
drunken flagpole waving around in circles. Until now, Cathy
had kept her pajamas on and I was the only one naked. I
hadn't pressed her, even though I longed to see her sexy
little body without clothes, thinking she'd take whatever
lead she felt comfortable with.
Apparently, now was her lead time. With her back turned
toward me, she pulled her pajama tops over her head and let
them fall to the floor. Then she lowered her little baby-
doll pajama panties, and the cute little round globes of her
ass were there in front of me, fully in sight. Slowly, she
turned around, showing me all her delightful woman's
treasures--pert little strawberry tipped breasts, the dimple
of her navel, the fluffy hair of her pubis, and the slit that
came up from her hidden recesses to divide the hairy bush
into equal parts. I had never gotten any of my dates naked
before and Cathy knew it. She knew she was giving me a treat
I had not heretofore enjoyed. She was telling me loud and
clear that no matter what I came across on my dates, what she
had was far better. My throbbing, dripping cock agreed with
her completely.
Cathy crawled up on the bed with me, only instead of face to
face, she put her head so that it was in line with my cock
and my head in line with her pussy. She reached out and
touched my cock lightly with her fingers, stroking the pre-
cum down over its sides. She whispered, "You remember that
last time I said I was going to have to figure a place to
catch your come? Well, I have. Right here."
With those words, Cathy plunged my cock into her mouth.
My God, Cathy's going to give me a blow job! I thought. The
heat of her mouth was so voluptuous, the action of her tongue
on my glans so stimulating, I thought I would come at that
very instant. To avoid immediate orgasm, I shifted my
thoughts away from my pleasure and concentrated on hers. It
was obvious what it would be. Not six inches in front of my
mouth, Cathy's wet, glistening pussy awaited. If she could
give oral pleasures, then I could more than return the favor.
I took her leg and lifted it, moving my face into the cavity
between her thighs. She was practically flowing in girl
juices, and her female pheromones wafting across into my
nostrils just made me that much more aroused. Opening my
mouth wide, I moved my tongue all over her vulva--over the
clitoris, up and down the lips, down to the rosebud of her
secret little anal opening.
Cathy jerked her hips and hunched them against my mouth.
So far as I knew, this was the first time she had experienced
oral sex and I wanted to make it especially good for her, to
make her pleasure even more exciting. Her mouth action on my
cock became faster and she gulped down my cock all the way to
the base, sucking briefly, and then back out. I knew I
couldn't hold on much longer, and if her action on my cock
were an indicator, Cathy, too, was on the edge of her orgasm.
My ass clenched and then jerked. My stomach muscles
tightened and then jerked. A huge jet of sperm shot out of
my cock and into Cathy's mouth. She gulped and swallowed the
entire amount. Shot after shot spurted out, and after that
first one, Cathy was no longer able to swallow fast enough--
come was leaking out of her lips and dripping down onto the
sheets and her boobs.
My orgasm appeared to trigger hers, and she seemed to lose
sight of her goal of finding a place for my sperm. Spasms
shook her pelvis and she clamped her thighs down tight on my
head. I continued to work my mouth on her pussy and
clitoris, sending wave after wave of orgasmic energy through
her. Although she didn't bite my cock, she squeezed down on
with her mouth and sucked like there was no tomorrow. Her
gasps kept her from sucking too long, though, and when she
opened her mouth to gasp and pant around my cock, come poured
out in a steady stream, drenching the both of us.
Gradually, we both came down from our mutual orgasms. My
cock softened and fell out of her mouth. I still worked my
tongue gently over her clitoris and little tremors went over
her abdomen with each lick. Soon she lifted her leg and
rolled over to lay on her back. For several minutes, we both
just lay there, too used up to even move. Eventually our
breathing slowed to normal, and Cathy sat up and looked down
at the scene of our mutual oral pleasurings. "Well, so much
for that plan. Just look at the mess we left this time.
I'll have to get busy and get this cleaned up." After a
while, she succeeded. Before she put her pajamas back on and
went to her room, Cathy whispered, "Maybe that way didn't
work, but I sure did like it. Didn't you?"
"Oh God, Yes! That's the best it's ever been for me. Next
time we'll just spread a towel under us and not worry about
the mess. Okay?"
"Yeah," she said smiling. She walked over to me and kissed
me lightly on the lips before going back to her room. "Good
night, Jimmy. And thanks."
"My pleasure," I whispered back, in one of the greatest
understatements of my life.
* * * * * * *
The following Friday, Cathy had a date and I didn't. It
seemed that every girl I asked had some excuse. I suspected
that Cathy had a hand in it, but I had no way of proving it.
If she did, then she must have had a reason for it--there
must have been some method to her madness. Just in case that
was the situation, I talked with the boy Cathy was dating and
warned him that if he so much as touched Cathy's nipples,
much less anything worse, I would wipe up the floor with him.
If I had to stay home, I wanted Cathy to come home to me the
same way she left--horny.
Sure enough, about 10:30 pm, Cathy's date brought her home.
Since I had threatened mayhem, I guess he thought discretion
was the better part and brought her home early, before I
could consider that any hanky-panky had occurred. When she
came in the door, I could feel the thunder-clouds in the air.
"Jimmy, you dirty rat," Cathy whispered to me, in her best
Angie Dickinson voice, "what kind of warnings did you give my
date?"
"Who? Me?" I replied, innocence spread completely over my
face.
"You know perfectly well who," she said.
"Well, what did you tell all the girls I might ask for a date
tonight?" I counterattacked.
Cathy giggled and said, "I wanted to be sure you'd be home
tonight when I got home, just in case, for a change, I needed
a helping hand instead of you. You made very sure that I
would need lots of help, didn't you?" I smiled my answer,
the truth being evident. Cathy returned my smiled and said,
"I guess we're both dirty rats, aren't we?"
"Yeah, we're really something, aren't we?"
Cathy came right up to me and wrapped both arms around my
neck. "I give you a welcome-home hug after your dates. I
guess I'll have to give you one after my dates, too." She
pressed herself to me, and I could feel both her breasts rub
against my chest. Her pelvis pushed hard against mine, and I
immediately reacted with a hard-on.
I responded by saying, "How about a welcome-home kiss,
instead?" Cathy turned her face up to mine and we locked
into about the most passionate kiss I'd ever experienced.
I broke the kiss and whispered, "Do you need a helping hand?"
By way of an answer, Cathy took my hand and led me to her
room. We closed the door behind us and locked it. Cathy
then turned to me and said, "I have in mind getting more than
a helping hand from you tonight." Dropping her hand down to
my hard-on, she squeezed it and said, "I want to get a
helping cock, tonight." She took my hand, put it on her
crotch, and said, "Right here is where I need your cock. I
had planned to get laid tonight, but your arrangements got in
the way of that. Since you kept my date from laying me
tonight, it looks like you're going to have to be the one to
do it."
"But you're a virgin," I said.
"I was planning not to be one after tonight."
"God, Cathy, you mean you want me to take your cherry?"
"That's exactly what I mean," Cathy said. "We've already
done everything else together, let's go ahead and finish the
job. Jimmy, I'm so hot. Our playing around with each other
has made me want to fuck so bad. Right now, I need to have a
cock buried deep in my puss, and I can't think of one I would
rather have than yours. How 'bout it? Will you do this for
me?"
"Oh, yes, Cathy, yes! You've turned into such a fox that
every time we've played with each other I've had visions of
fucking you. I've wanted to fuck you in the worst sort of
way, but didn't want to move on you because you're my
sister."
"Well, being brother and sister hasn't kept us from enjoying
ourselves thus far, and I don't see any reason for it to stop
us now. It's not like I might get pregnant." Cathy produced
a condom from her purse, and said, "This takes the risk out
of it." She dimpled up and gave me an impish grin.
"Besides, this should finally give us a place to collect all
your sperm and not make a big mess to clean up."
"I don't know," I said. "Just thinking about finally making
it with you has made me so hot I feel like I'll come a whole
gallon."
Cathy kissed me lightly on the lips and said, "Let's quit
thinking about it and start doing it."
We were out of our clothes and naked in only about a minute.
Fully nude, we embraced. My cock nestled between her legs,
and she spread her legs apart so that it would rub between
her pussy lips. She really was hot--she was soaking wet and
her juices covered my cock with their slipperiness. Our
mouths locked together, and we kissed sensually, passionate-
ly, and long. Our tongues and lips worked at each other
similarly to the action that was going on below where we were
both working our hips back and forth and around and around.
Our hearts were beating faster and both of us were breathing
in almost gasps. "Oh, Jimmy, that's so good! Why haven't we
done this before? Why have we put this off?"
"I don't know," I gasped, "but I'm glad we're not going to
put it off any longer."
"Yeah, me too," Cathy hoarsely said. "In fact, I can't put
it off one second longer. If you don't screw me right now
I'm going to die. Jimmy, do it right now! Fuck me right
now!"
Cathy let go of me and backed up to her bed. When her legs
hit the mattress, she laid down on her back, her legs spread
apart. I could see where our juices had mingled all along
the gaping vulva lips, glistening and running in a flow down
into the crack of her ass. Cathy's body presented to me
there, so inviting, so beautiful, was better than anything I
had ever encountered on a date. I had been right in holding
back and saving myself for her. She was indeed better than
any of the other girls.
I opened up the rubber and rolled it down on my cock. Cathy
watched the process and said, "Ummm, that looks so good.
C'mon, big brother, bring that cock over here to your little
sister--she needs it so bad."
I moved in between Cathy's widely-spread legs and looked down
at the beautiful vision she presented. I recognized that
even if she was a female I was lusting after, she was far
more than that. She was my little sister, the little sister
I loved, the little sister who had so willingly given me a
helping hand. I knew that fucking her would be good for me--
and I wanted the experience to be even better for her. From
that point on, I wanted her to compare this fuck with all the
others she would get and think that her best one ever was
with me, her loving big brother.
I dropped my hands down to her breasts and stroked the
nipples and made little circles around them. Slowly I traced
my hand down her front, around her navel, and into her pubic
forest. Her whole crotch was wet, soaking from the flow of
her pussy juice. The split was gaping open, and the rising
head of her clitoris showed itself. Below this was her
woman's holy-of-holies, the opening to her secret, hidden
tunnel of sexual delight. I slowly pushed one finger into
her hole. Then two. I worked my hand around, twisting my
fingers as they reamed Cathy's pussy. She was working her
hips up and down against my hand, pretending it was already
my cock buried in her. I delved deeper with my fingers and
met an obstruction. I recognized it as her maidenhead and
hoped it wouldn't hurt her much when it went.
Almost as if she could read my mind, Cathy said, "That's my
maidenhead you're bumping against. I've tested it a little
and it seems to move real easily. I don't expect it'll even
bother me." She was finding these words hard to say because
she was beginning to breathe faster and pant now. At the
same time, her hips were beginning to move more insistently,
seeking something more than fingers to penetrate between
them. She reached up and fondled my cock and balls, and then
took the head and put it at the wet, hot opening of her hole.
"Do me! Do me, now! Now! Before I come!" she muttered
hoarsely.
I took Cathy's hands and pulled her up on the bed, instead of
hanging off it like she was. Now she was completely
stretched out, her nude beauty laid out before me. I knelt
on the bed between her legs and took a thigh in each hand,
spreading them apart. Cathy lifted her knees, giving me
better access to her nether region. I grabbed a pillow and
put under her ass, and now her pussy was right in front of my
cock--all I had to do was simply push forward. But that
wasn't what I wanted. This was my little sister, and I
wanted it to be the best possible for her. Gently, lovingly,
slowly, lingeringly, lastingly--I wanted it to be good, to be
gentle, to be loving, to be remembered by Cathy forever.
Still on my knees, I lodged the head of my cock into Cathy's
steamy hole, putting it in just a inch. She was showing no
discomfort thus far from penetration. Very slowly and delib-
erately, I pushed in another inch and then pulled almost all
the way out. I wanted to build up lubrication and gradually
open her up, not just plow in and hurt her. She said,
"Nooo," as I pulled out, wanting to maintain the merging of
our bodies. I quickly pushed back in and delved an inch
deeper than before. Still no obstruction, no pain showing on
Cathy's face. "Ummm, yes," she moaned, relieved to be once
more filled.
I worked my cock in and out of her, just going in the several
inches thus far gained, and then back out. She pushed back
at me each time I thrust forward, eager to rejoin our connec-
tion. I pushed in a little more, and there it was, a
constriction, a tightening of the tunnel, the narrow neck
presented by her maidenhead. I pushed my cock gently against
the obstruction and, just as she had described it, it gave a
little, just like it was made of rubber. Still, though, she
didn't show any sign of being in pain. "Cathy, is it hurting
any?" I asked.
"No, not really hurting. Just feels really full, all
stretched. Keep going, don't let up. Even if it does hurt a
little, it'll soon stop and I'll be able to enjoy it then."
To add emphasis, she pushed her hips hard at me, humping up
so that the head went completely into the tight little ring.
She frowned a little at the penetration, and I stopped
pushing, not wanted to hurt her if I could keep from it.
"Damn it, Jimmy!" Cathy hissed, "I asked you to keep going.
Let me worry about hurting."
I drove my cock all the rest of the way in one final plunge.
The final three inches entered her tunnel and I could feel
the tight little ring around my cock loosen and the restric-
tion go away. Cathy closed her eyes and whispered, "Now,
hold still for just a minute. It hurt a little when it
broke, but now the pain is beginning to ease up." She opened
her eyes and looked up at with a timorous smile. "Just stay
there for a second and let your big old cock soak in my
pussy. You won't mind that, will you?"
I was filled with a vast feeling of tenderness for Cathy. My
sweet little sister, and now here she was under me, my cock
buried in her just-opened pussy. I lowered my face to hers
and kissed her very softly and tenderly. "Sis, you are the
most beautiful, sexiest girl in the world. You are simply
the greatest and the best."
She kissed me back, just as tenderly, and whispered, "I'm
glad you threatened my date tonight so that it worked out
this way. This feels so right." She moved her hips under
me in an up and down movement and with a wide grin said, "And
it feels so good, too. It's completely quit hurting now. It
just feels great. Now, do it to me, Jimmy. Fuck me the way
I need to be fucked."
I grabbed her ass and drew her hips up to meet mine and
thrust my stabbing cock into her hot slick hole. She shook
her hips and shimmied them in little vibratory movements. I
drew my cock all the way out and stabbed into her again,
plunging full length into her tight-fitting hole of delight.
The tempo of our fuck increased and its rhythm speeded up to
match pace. I was now entering her swiftly and easily,
without any resistance, her hole well lubricated with her
flowing juices. Her tunnel was like a silken glove, smooth,
slippery, pliant. She opened her eyes briefly, looking up
at me and said, "Yeah, Jimmy, that's the way. Oh, God, is
that the way."
Cathy lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist. She
was getting rapturously involved in the fuck, enjoying every
movement, every stroke, every bit of moisture flowing from
the center of our very sexes. The sheer voluptuousness of
Cathy's smooth inner-thigh leg skin against the bare skin of
my waist drove me to an even higher response of passion. Her
feet were locked around my ass and every now and then one of
them would brush lightly across my balls or asshole and send
ever greater waves of pleasure through me.
Every time my cock plunged into the depths of Cathy's cunt,
the friction set off sparks of pleasure. The more and harder
we thrust our organs against the other's, the more the little
sparks grew to become a thunderbolt, a dynamite blast, of
pleasure. Cathy groaned, and whispered, "Yes, do it hard.
It doesn't hurt any more and it feels best to do it hard.
Ram your cock all the way in. Fuck my ass off, Jimmy."
I had never heard Cathy talk like that before. Pure passion,
I thought, the joy of fucking is loosening up her tongue.
She started clutching at me, wrapping her arms around my
neck, and then her body itself was pleading to be fucked
harder and faster. We were practically throwing our pelvises
at each other, grinding and thrusting, my cock moving all the
way in and then all the way out. The friction of it was
beyond belief. I had never had such a fuck in my life. God,
I thought, what a woman! My little sister, what a fuck!
Our orgasms were coming on fast, hard and simultaneously.
Cathy pulled my mouth down to hers and kissed me. Yes, I
remembered, she did like to be kissed when she came. I
thrust my tongue in her mouth, increasing our rapture.
Cathy's legs gripped my waist hard, tightening down as hard
as she could go. Her hips were almost a blur, she was
jerking them against me so hard and fast. She shuddered and
gasped, and then held herself against me hard, not moving.
The muscles in her pussy squeezed down hard on my cock, and I
could feel every spasm she experienced. I pulled out and
pushed in one more time, slowly. Just as I reached bottom,
the explosion came. Sperm shot out my cock, jet after jet,
shot after shot. It wasn't a gallon, no, but it was enough
to do a good job of filling the whole end of the condom.
Gradually, she relaxed her hold on me, unwrapping her arms
from my neck and letting her legs loosen up around my waist.
She broke the kiss and whispered, "God, Jimmy, I'm just
barely able to hold in a shout. That was beautiful. That
was sooo goooood. Why did we wait so long to do this? Can
we do it again? Right now?"
Laughing, I whispered, "Hold it. One question at a time. I
don't know why we waited, but I'm glad it finally happened.
Can we do it again? Just try to keep me away. Can we do it
again right now? No, but give me about thirty minutes and
I'll be all set to go again."
"Good," she whispered. "I'm glad we can sleep late in the
morning, because I bought a six-pack of condoms."
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