Bro & Sis
Part-1-of-8
My name is Keith and I’m a 20-year-old pre-law student. My 18-year-old sister’s name is Susan, and she’s a senior year in high school. Our parents divorced while we were in grade school and we lived with our father, Robert, until we were in junior high. After Dad married Linda, and they thought that it would be good for our emotional development if we got to know our mother better. At his direction, we started spending more time with our mother Stephanie, and her new husband, Paul, at their house.
I was sitting in the living room one day, reading, when in walked my sister.
“What’re ya’ reading, big bro?” she asked nosily, throwing herself into a nearby chair.
Without looking up from my book, I answered, “Psychology.”
“Sounds deep, what’s it about?”
“Human sexual behavior,” I answered, “You know, how people are turned on by kinky and forbidden sex.” I wasn’t sure if I was going to scare her away or get her attention.
“Sounds interesting,” returned Susan thoughtfully. “Tell me more.”
“Well, whether they admit it or not, everyone is drawn to ‘evil’ and ‘disgusting’ things, and the kinkier the better. Kinky things are like the flame to a moth; they each have their own peculiar fascination and beauty,” I answered.
“Such as?” she asked.
“The most unique and supreme pleasure of having sex lies within the thought and act of doing evil. For instance one of man’s biggest turn-ons throughout the ages has been incest. Look at the history of European royalty for example, sons marrying mothers, brothers marrying sisters, fathers and daughters, and of course cousins marrying cousins. The most common, though, is a mother fornicating with their sons. If their mothers are the least bit attractive, even if unspoken it is almost universal for pre-pubescent boys to lust after their mothers…and their sisters.
Of course there are other strange things that excite people, too. There are untold fantasies: bondage, sado-masochism, role-playing, and who knows what else.” I explained. “The list is endless.”
From the puzzled look on Susan’s face as she moved over by my chair, it appeared that I’d piqued her curiosity. “Mothers and sons,” she mused, “and brothers and sisters?” When she knelt beside my chair, I looked down into her curious eyes, eyes that were framed in subdued shades of purple eye shadow. I had no doubt she understood what I was talking about. Even though she hadn’t quite finished high school, she was very bright for her age and always wanted to know about people and their unusual experiences. I’m sure she had a lot more of her own unusual experiences than the average 18-year-old did.
“So big brother, are you turned on by your little sister?” she asked coyly.
“As a matter of fact, there are certain aspects of your sexual practices that do interest me.” As I said this, I noticed the way her breasts filled out her T-shirt. It didn’t look like she was wearing a bra, and they seemed the perfect size for her slender body. “Are you interested in breaking the moral rules of ‘polite society’ and experiencing some of these strange sexual practices?” I innocently inquired.
“Of course, and if you’re interested, it almost has to involve breaking the rules or laws. If I’m not mistaken, that’s the kind of stuff they’ll be teaching you in law school.” She answered with arched eyebrows.
“It’s not just breaking the rules,” I added, “it’s also about going beyond normal limits of so-called decent society. Some writers and artists believe that breaking the moral rules of society is necessary if you really want to experience life. One even lived with a prostitute for several years.”
“I’m not a prude, but I don’t break the rules just to be breaking rules,” she cautioned. “There would have to be something in it for me or at the very least some point to it.”
“True,” I said. “But the point is that when you go beyond normal limits and indulge in the most unusual forms of sensuality, you become super-charged to society. People will think that what you do is depraved and dangerous.” Knowing she was sexually active, I asked her, “Did you ever do anything wild with one of your boyfriends? I mean, have you ever done it in a weird or unusual place?”
“Oh yeah, once in the back of the auditorium at school. We cut class and hid out there. Grant bent me over the back of a seat, flipped up my skirt and gave me 4 or 5 hard swats on the ass. Then he pulled my panties aside, and fucked me doggie-style right then and there.”
I was surprised that she was being so blatantly open with me. Testing the waters, I asked, “Did you have an orgasm?”
“He made me cum three times. Once while he was spanking me and twice while he was fucking me”
I shifted in my seat. “Go on”
“When the bell rang, we straightened our clothes, and walked out like nothing had happened.”
“Was the risk of getting caught exciting?”
“God, yes; just cutting class and sneaking in there made me wet, and knowing that we could get caught made me cum all over myself.”
“See what I mean, even a minor sin can heighten your pleasure.”
“Okay, Keith, let’s quit beating around the bush. If you’re thinking about fucking me, it isn’t going to’ happen. Not possible.”
Trying to look innocent but still looking for an opening, I casually asked, “So, what is possible?”
Surprised by my question, Susan hesitated. As I sat there waiting for an answer, I could tell that she was seriously considering all the possibilities. Finally, she blurted out, “Okay, you can eat my pussy.” Then with a smirk added, “If that is eating your little sister’s pussy sinful enough for you?”
“Eating your pussy will be a great experiment,” I smiled.
“Okay, I’ll let you eat my pussy, but you’ll owe me,” she warned.
I was hesitant. “Owe you one what?”
“Hell, I don’t know, I haven’t even thought about it yet. But, when I decide, I’ll let you know.” Then getting back to business, she asked, “Is anyone else home?”
“No, Linda’s at work won’t be home for a couple of hours and Dad, as usual is out of town on business.”
“Good, then let’s go to your bedroom.” For someone who wouldn’t let me fuck her, she sure seemed eager to let me eat her pussy.
As I watched Susan wiggle out of her tight jeans, I saw that she wasn’t wearing any panties. When she sat down on my bed, I couldn’t believe it was actually happening. The pussy that I’d lusted after seen since we were little kids was right in front of me. And it was still as bald as it had been when we were little and used to take baths together. Seeing where my attention was focused, Susan smiled and spread her legs wider so I had a better view.
“This is so fucking freaky, that it’s almost frightening.” I managed to mumble as I felt my cock stir.
“Evil enhances sexual pleasure.” Susan said with a little grin, as she leaned back on the bed and moved her hips so that her cute little pink slit winked at me. “Now eat me.”
Bro & Sis
Part-2-of-8
A Plan Emerges
“Now eat me.”
Susan sighed and closed her eyes when I leaned over and took one of her erect nipples in my mouth. After feasting on her fabulous breasts, I kissed my way down her firm flat belly toward her waiting pussy. At first, it felt weird to be touching my sister, but I continued to caress her skin until her pussy was giving off that intoxicating earthy odor. Lowering my lips to the lovely pink ones between her legs, I inhaled deeply, my senses filled with the heady aroma of hot pussy.
I slid my tongue between her moist lips and up to her inflamed clit. After licking, sucking, and swirling my tongue around her pulsating clit, I lowered my face and pressed it into her sweet pussy. I could tell by her shallow breathing that she was losing herself in the lust of our illicit act. With my tongue still probing between her soft pink lips, I used my thumb to flick and stroke her swollen clit. After stroking her clit for a couple of minutes, I heard a loud groan and felt the involuntary twitching of her pussy around my tongue. Suddenly she grabbed my head, and flooded my mouth with her sweet juices.
Though her legs were around my neck and her thighs were clasped over my ears, I could still hear her crying, “Eat me Keith, oh my god, eat me! Aaaah!” Her hips bucked and thrashed for a long time before easing off. Finally I felt her thighs relax a bit, and as I pulled my head back, I heard her sigh and then murmur, “How do you like eating your little sister’s pussy?”
Instead of answering, I leaned forward and tenderly kissed her wet pussy then noisily licked her juice from my lips.
After that we were partners in sexual crime. Together, we hatched scheme after scheme of ways to more fully experience all the evil and kinky aspects of sex that we could think of. She occasionally let me eat her pussy, but that seemed to be as far as she was willing to go with me. She came up with some good ideas, and always reported in detail her experiments to me. It came as no surprise to me that many involved other girls.
One of the things that she told me about was the afternoon that she had to be home so that the carpets could be cleaned. It was a shitty alternative to going out with her friends, but she had no choice since Mom and Paul were both at work. So, having been sent by his company to clean our carpets, Drew came over. Susan’s pretty flirty with men anyway, and, as she put it, Drew was “kind of’ hot, in a service tech uniform kind of way.” And apparently he wasn’t stupid or naive…Susan said that he could hit her with the sarcastic comebacks and raunchy one-liners as quickly as she could serve them. For a couple of hours they asked each other pointed questions and let it be known that they were each interested. Neither of them cared that he was at least a decade older than she was.
She was so into the game and the potential conquest of Drew, that there’s no telling what would have happened if Mom hadn’t gotten home when she did. Susan and Drew just gave each other a wink and he left. I was surprised to find that “the carpet cleaner” occupied Susan’s fantasies for weeks to come.
One day while we were sharing adventures, she came up with her most brilliant idea yet. I was telling her about my last date, when suddenly she blurted out, “if we really want to be evil and depraved, we could always fuck Mom…er, you know, Linda…our step-Mom, that is.”
“Wow!” I stammered in shock. I’d had the ‘hots’ for my red-haired step-mom since the first time I saw her, so once the idea sunk in, I was all for it. “It’s a great idea,” I admitted rather excitedly, “but I’m not sure we can pull it off.”
“I can’t guarantee it, but I think I know a way,” said Susan. At first I felt a little bit sorry for Linda, even if she was only our step-mom, because I knew she didn’t have a chance. Once Susan zeroed in on something she was like a barracuda, and didn’t give up until she got what she wanted.
I remember the first time I saw our stepmother. I was a horny 14-year old sitting on the front steps of my father’s house, admiring a radiant looking 20-something year old redhead with a tight little butt. When, much to my surprise, she turned up our sidewalk and walked up to me and said, “Hi, Keith.” I was startled to hear her say my name, because I didn’t recognize her. “I’m looking for your father. Is he here?” she cheerfully asked.
Glad for any excuse to talk to this beautiful lady I stammered, “Sure, come in and I’ll go get him.”
Even though it was an unexpected visit, Dad was tremendously happy to see Linda. As they chattering like a couple of teenagers, I noticed that her pants were so snug that her pussy was clearly divided by the center seam of her tight pants. It was what we teenagers called a “camel toe.” I found out later that even though she was dressed slutty for her visit with Dad, she dressed very tastefully when she went to work at her office job.
I’ve never learned the full story of how Linda and Dad met, but I think she was originally a topless dancer. I think that she just danced to pay her way through college. Whatever the case, when Linda finished college, she gave up dancing and joined the corporate world so she and Dad could get married. Initially, Susan and I were just barely civil with Linda. Eventually, though, we started to like her, but it was more as a person than as a stepparent.
Linda was the one who talked us into making a tentative peace with Mom and our stepfather, Paul. She convinced Dad that Susan and I getting to know Mom better would be good for us emotionally. So to appease her and Dad, we started spending time with Mom and Paul. But no matter how much time we spent with Stephanie, our real mom, we always remembered that it was our Dad, and sometimes Linda, who got up in the middle of the night to deal with our childhood illnesses, not her.
“So, Susan, how do you propose we get to her?”
“Oh, she definitely has her weak moments. Anytime Dad has to go out of town it seems to get her so depressed that she has a few shots of scotch.”
“Damn, she’s always so cheerful that I hadn’t realized that she was that depressed when Dad was out on the road.”
“One time, when she was really down, I asked Linda, “What was wrong.” said Susan. “She said that she was lonely. My guess is that when she was a dancer, she got use to always having a lot of male attention and companionship, so when Dad’s away she feels especially lonely.”
“With her looks, I’m sure she had all the male attention and companionship that she wanted.” I chuckled.
Susan’s analysis of Mom’s vulnerabilities sounded good, so we bided our time and waited our chance. A couple weeks after our initial conversation, Dad had to go out of town. He made a habit of calling Linda every evening around six whenever he was gone, and Susan said that call usually got Mom pretty down. The first night that dad was gone, Susan made a point of being with Linda when the call came in, so she would be there to comfort her. On Susan’s instructions, I made it a point to be out when Dad called. When I got home later, Susan slipped into my room and filled me in on what had happened.
According to Susan, after Mom got off the phone with Dad, she sat down and sighed, “Well, shit, here we go again,” then poured herself a drink. Susan sat down next to her at the dining room table, and said, “I know it’s a bummer, Mom,” then after sympathetically patting Linda’s hand, added, “but you’re not alone. You’ve got Keith and me. You know we both love you.” Hearing that made Mom brighten up a little, since neither my sister nor I said stuff like that very often.
“Do you want another drink, Mom?” Susan asked as she handed her a glass of scotch. “Come on, Mom, I’ll rub your shoulders, you’ll feel better.” said Susan, as she stood up, moved behind Mom’s chair and started massaging her neck and shoulders.
“Uuuuum,” purred Mom. “That feels so good.”
With a little smile, Susan moved to her temples. After a couple of minutes, she moved back to Mom’s neck then on down to her shoulders. With a deep sight, Mom slowly relaxed. From her Mom’s shoulders, Susan went to the sides of her chest. Mom’s breasts were a little on the large side, but not too large, just a comfortable hand full. Even in her thirties, they were still firm. As if by accident, Susan brushed them and then was encouraged when her Linda flinch or pull away. Daringly un-buttoned Linda’s blouse, Susan slid her hands inside and proceeded to caress the breasts themselves, but tried to defuse the situation, by saying, “Wow Mom, these are so firm. …I always admired them. And they’re still so gorgeous.” She was so relaxed that her Mom merely smiled and let the caresses proceed. Sliding her hands into Linda’s bra, Susan then brushed the nipples and then began to gently squeeze them. Again, acting casual she cooed, “These are awesome nipples, Mom. I’ll bet they attract a lot of attention from the guys when you were dancing.” As Susan gently pinched and twisted them, Mom moaned a little.
“Susan dear, you’re my daughter…well, my step-daughter.” cautioned her Mom, as she put her hands on top of Susan’s to keep them from moving.
“Of course, Mom” soothed Susan. “But it’s not like we have the hots for each other or anything. I just admire your beautiful body that’s all.” When her Mom didn’t answer, it dawned on Susan that her Mom had just stopped her hands from moving, not removed them from her breasts. Taking that as a good sign, Susan forged ahead with her plan. With her hands still under Mom’s hands, she pressed them against Mom’s nipples. Instead of protesting, Mom pressed down too.
After that things proceeded quickly.
Under the pretext of rubbing her back, Susan quickly…
Bro & Sis
Part-3-of-8
The Seduction Begins
Under the pretext of rubbing her back, Susan quickly had Mom’s sweater and bra off. Taking another drink, Mom sighed, then surrendered herself and her breasts over to Susan’s tender care. Even though she had Linda squirming: Susan wasn’t sure how to proceed. She didn’t want to freak out Mom by grabbing her pussy too soon. “Relax Mom, go with the flow, …let yourself go, Mom,” she purred, as she casually slid Mom’s hand down to her own crotch. With half closed eyes mom wordlessly Mom began to gently rub herself through her pants as Susan continued to caress her bare breasts.
“I hope you don’t think I’m bad and that I do this all the time,” Linda sighed.
“Of course not Mom. I understand, you just need a little companionship while Dad’s away.”
Moving over to the wall switch and lowered the lights, Susan told Mom, “Just relax and pretend I’m not here.”
Being bolder in the dimly lit room, Linda unzipped her pants and started rubbing herself through her panties. As Susan continued to gently caress her breasts, mom gave a deep sigh, and slipped her hand into her panties and started fingering her slit.
Shifting positions, Susan continued to stroke her step-Mom’s breasts with one hand as she gently moved the other down below to Linda’s busy hand. Susan couldn’t help grinning when she felt how rapidly her step-Mom’s fingers were working. Sensing success, Susan pressed down, forcing Linda’s fingers deeper into her slit.
Later a very happy Susan and I had another strategy secession, where she caught me up on what had happened so far. “I was right,” she smirked, “We’ve found our way in…. So to speak.” Then she added with a giggle, “And incidentally, I don’t think I’m going to be hearing any more lectures from her again about my morals and staying out late.”
“You did great, Susan.” then after a pause, I asked, “Did it excite you?”.
“God yes, playing with my stepmother’s breasts and fingering her pussy was such a violation of common decency, so decadent that my wet pussy was literally dripping down my leg,” she beamed. ”You were right, the greater the evil, the greater the excitement and for a woman that means more fluid.”
Susan was pretty sure she could get Linda worked up again, so I suggested that I just sneak in and impale her once Susan had her aroused. “It won’t work,” explained Susan, “I’m not sure she could deal emotionally with something like that. We couldn’t even blackmail her into it either. Even if we had the last session on video, I’d look like the seductress. …” Susan giggled, “But I like your idea, though,” she added, “I’ll just have to take her further. She has to be drawn in and feel responsible, not merely seduced. For instance, when you ‘discover’ us, I want her face buried in my pussy. That’ll be a little harder for her to explain.”
Dad was in and out of town a lot in the next two weeks, so Susan was able to have sessions with Linda two or three more times. She always started out with Susan massaging step-Mom’s neck and worked her way down to her breasts. Then as Linda got aroused Susan would slide her hand down into her panties and bringing her to an orgasm.
We wanted Linda to become accustomed to Susan’s attention, so we arranged for Susan to be home with her every time Dad went out of town. As soon as Linda got Dad’s call, Susan would encourage her to have a couple drinks, and then things would proceed pretty much like before. When Linda’s sweater and bra came off, Susan took pains admiring her breasts. Stroking them, Susan said, “I’m sort of self conscious about mine. They’re nowhere near as big or as pretty as yours or most of the other girls at school. And I’m embarrassed because my nipples are always sticking out.”
Looking sympathetic, Mom murmured. “They’re perfect, baby. Don’t worry about what the girls at school. They’re just jealous.”
“Please, Mom, have a look and tell me what you really think about them, OK?” Linda nodded, then watched as Susan removed her top and bra. Even without a bra Susan’s perky breasts didn’t droop and her nipples looked like little pencil erasers pointing at the ceiling.
“Susan baby, your breasts are positively beautiful. They’re the sexist breasts that I’ve seen since I stopped dancing.”
Looking reassured, Susan moved closer, and began stroking Linda’s pussy again. Kneeling there with her ripe breast, mere inches from Linda’s face, Susan asked with a slight tremor in her voice, “Do you really like them, Mom? You’re not just saying it to make me feel better are you?” she asked shyly. Still fingering Linda’s nipples with her right hand, she offered her breast to Linda’s mouth with the other. Briefly looking at Susan for re-assurance, Linda took one of her dark erect nipples into her mouth and started sucking. Genuinely aroused, Susan closed her eyes and sighed, “Oh Mom, I love you.”
This time, when things heated up, Linda needed no encouragement to slip her hand into her pants and finger herself. With her nipple still in Linda’s mouth, Susan pulled down Linda’s panties and slipped her fingers into her pussy along with Linda’s. Soon both their hands were glistening with the juices dripping from Linda’s cunt. When Susan’s nipple slipped from Linda’s mouth and her hips started moving up to meet their fingers, Susan slipped two more of her fingers in alongside Linda’s two. As Susan got into the spirit of things, she leaned over and applied her lips to Linda’s large nipples. With a loud moan, Linda began moving her hips in her lust, approaching climax. Knowing she was out of it, I moved into the kitchen and stood silently watching. I could hear Susan murmuring, “Come on Mom, cum! You can do it. Just relax and let it happen.”
Linda was in a lust filled daze as Susan fingers moved in the wetness of her surprisingly tight pussy and her thumb danced across the hard nubs of her clit. Susan couldn’t help being excited by Linda’s super charged pussy. It was fantastic. As Susan feverishly stroked Linda’s moist pink lips, Linda’s was suddenly caught up in the throes of a climax.
All at once, Linda cried out, “Oh god, Susan, I’m cumming. Ooooooh my god! I’m cumming!” As Linda’s juices spraying on her hand, Susan shoved her fingers deeper into Linda’s wet pussy. As Linda cummed, a look of immense triumph came over Susan’s face, as she realized the power she had, to bend other people to her will and make them totally convulse at her whim.
Ooooooh my god,” she moaned, as she took Linda over the edge.
Linda had such a contented smile on her face and was so caught up in the throes of passion as she cummed, that she never noticed when Susan whispered, “Mom, I love you,”
The next two weeks tried my patients. This little escapade of ours was…
To be continued…