Let me give you some background;
I've been living with my family for some time (I’m 26), but not because I cant afford to move out. not because i attended a college close to home, but because of my sister. She's 14, and she's gorgeous. I had been curious as to whether or not she had had sex yet, because it had always been my dream to be the first to slide my cock into her sweet, dripping, illegal, immoral pussy. Ever since she was 10, I had these sick feelings for her.
So one day I’m doing the laundry, and she struts in the laundry room wearing her tight as hell daisydukes and a loose t-shirt on, no make up, and never has she seemed more beautiful. She was like a modern day Greek goddess, beauty overflowing, creating an aura of promiscuity and eroticism everywhere she goes.
She drops off her sheets, points to a red stain on one of them sheet, and says with a wink “Can you clean that for me? I wouldn’t want mom and dad to get …suspicious.” Now at this point the full implications of this statement had yet to hit me. “Sure,” I say rather indifferently, her intentions still unaware to my unperceptive mind. “Oh, thanks, bro!” she says in the sweetest voice, and she runs up to me, kisses me on the lips, and whispers in the sexiest, most attractive, seductive, erotic, and amazing voice “I can do that for you, top,” ending this cock hardening encounter with another, fantastic, beautiful, erection inspiring wink.
So, I worked my ass off getting that rid off that stain, unwittingly handling the sheets that my sexy little sister had been deflowered on mere hours ago, and about halfway through the full implications of her beautifully whorish statements hit me like a fucking Mac Truck. Her boyfriend was over yesterday. My parents were out of town. They had just gotten back from walking to Kroger’s when they disappeared to her room for a few hours. There was blood on her sheets. The look of astonishment on my face at the time is surely unimpressionable. Last night her boyfriend took the sweet, lovely flower that I had been cultivating and raising for himself.
As you can understand I was reasonably pissed, but then her second implication hit me. †˜I can do that for you, too’. My brain was literally full of fuck. I was the avatar, and she wanted to slutbend my cock. I spent the entire day pouring over those words. They teased my ears like a fleeting pixie on the edge of your vision. I had 20+ popped boners, all massive, hard, throbbing, and hotter than the tumulting flames that compose the Balrog that impeded the fellowship as they were crossing the bridge of Khazad Dum.
Later that night, when are parents were asleep, I went into her room, and my eyes were blasted with the most amazing thing I had ever seen. There was my sister, lying nude on her bed, chest huffing up and down, sweat glazing her skin, and hand moving up and down on her orgasmic, underaged b& pussy. She looked at me with the most seductive glare I’ve ever seen. She stood up, sweat trickling of her breasts, and whisperes, “I’ll be right back, bro,” donning her robe. She walked out the door.
I figure if she’s getting ready, I should as well. I slowly disrobed, throbbing cock getting caught on my briefs as I removed them. I sat on her bed, waiting for my amazing, titillating sister to return to the room. I grabbed my cock, thrusting my hand up and down on it, picturing my sister as she was when she entered the room. I knew I was going to hell for this, but I didn’t care in the slightest. I heard her dainty footsteps outside the door. Her shadow danced outside the door, teasing me with is presence. I knew as soon as she entered the door I would be enveloped in utter bliss. I heard the door knob creek. Expecting it to be my sister, there was no way I was prepared for what happened next. My mom burst in and said "What's that noise!?" "AHH MOM YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS IT'S THE BEASTIE BOYS!"