Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
I've always been a bit scared of my sister Victoria. She's two years older than me, smart as a whip, and has a sort of sarcastic temperament that makes it clear she doesn't suffer fools gladly. Maybe she didn't think I was actually a fool--but it was obvious she felt I wasn't exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer. She'd just turned twenty-one and, having finished her junior year at college, was home for the summer. (I'd finished my freshman year at a different college: no way I was going to compete with her on her home turf!)
The fact that she was home at all was a surprise. She hadn't come home either of the two previous summers: she'd relished her freedom from parental supervision, and had stayed in an off-campus sublet doing this and that. In some ways she didn't even seem a member of the family anymore. Maybe that's a little unfair: I loved her a lot, and so did our parents; but there was something aloof about her, as if she was a goddess looking her nose down at us mere mortals.
Let me add that she was a goddess in one important way--she was gorgeous! Five foot six, athletic, but with plenty of curves where it mattered. She'd given me some hints that her college career had been busy not only with schoolwork but with men doing everything they possibly could to get her into bed. Some had succeeded; most had not. She was pretty choosy!
In fact, that was why she'd come home for the summer.
She'd been planning on staying in the apartment she'd rented along with her most recent boyfriend. But this guy (his name was Steve) had committed a number of unspecified crimes against her dignity as a proud, independent woman, and so she'd cast him away. Actually, what she'd done was to abandon the apartment and let him fend for himself. She was home to chill out and get the bad taste of Steve out of her mouth while she gave serious thought to the next guy who might receive the formal invitation to have access to her body.
It was fun having her around, although I didn't actually see much of her: she was too busy catching up with old high school friends who were still in the area. But one afternoon I did catch a glimpse of her in a way I never expected.
My parents both worked, so Victoria and I were alone in the house pretty much all morning and afternoon. We'd both decided to loaf during the summer, since schoolwork had tuckered us out and we needed to recharge our batteries for the fall. So there was one afternoon when I heard some strange sounds coming out of her bedroom.
Hey, I'm not
that
stupid: I knew what those sounds were. I'd had a few girls during freshman year, and had learned enough about female desire to understand what Victoria was doing. It struck me as odd that she'd be doing it in the afternoon--but then I figured that, if she'd been getting regular sex (whether from Steve or his predecessors), being suddenly deprived of that would make the urge come upon her when she least expected it.
So there I was, standing there in the upstairs hallway, hearing Victoria pleasuring herself.
I felt a flush passing over my whole body. This was almost like listening to my mom masturbate! You don't really want to believe that these ladies do that sort of thing--but of course they do, and why wouldn't they? Guys aren't the only ones who like orgasms.
What I now noticed was that the door to Victoria's bedroom wasn't entirely closed.
I felt kind of dizzy as I walked (silently) toward the door. Luckily, the hallway was carpeted, and I was wearing moccasin slippers, so I don't think she heard me. As I tried to peek in through the narrow crack in the door, I wondered what I'd see. Maybe I'd see nothing: I'd actually forgotten where her bed was, so it was possible I wouldn't even be able to get a look at her. Sure enough, I couldn't see the bed, which was way over on the side of the room behind the door.
But I saw her all right. That's because she was sitting in an easy chair. And she was naked.
I thought I'd faint. Oh, man, was she a knockout! And since she was sitting upright, I saw just about everything she had to offer--well, except her backside. What I saw were her spectacular tits (large, round, and firm--with thick nipples sticking way out), flat stomch, and a huge patch of fur covering her delta. Her legs were spread wide; in fact, she'd hung one of them over the arm of the chair. That meant I could see her pubic area real clearly: her fleshy labia, already dripping with her juices, the surprisingly long and prutuberant clitoris, and the gaping opening of her vagina, that focal point of all men's desires.
She was fingering herself, but she was staring at the ceiling, her mouth wide open and her tongue hanging out. Her eyes were sort of rolling around in her head, and little choking sounds were now coming out of her throat. (Before that, she'd been moaning softly, which is what made me realize what she was doing.)
I was frozen to the spot. My first feeling--aside from the sheer naughtiness of what I was doing--was
pride.
I was so proud of my sister for being both beautiful and smart. Man, would she make a great wife to some lucky man! But you can imagine what happened to me as I watched her touching herself, getting her fingers all gooey with her fluid. I only had on a T-shirt and some sweat pants, so it was easy for me to pull my pants down and start pumping my own cock, which had gotten hard in seconds flat.
But then Victoria did something that surprised me.
She reached over to a little table next to the easy chair. The table had a drawer that was almost hidden: you wouldn't know it was there if you didn't look real carefully at it. She opened the drawer and pulled out--a dildo.
Guys, let me tell you something: this was no ordinary dildo. It was
huge!
I mean, it wasn't just long (I'd estimate about ten inches), but it was
thick!
It had to be about twice as thick around as any real cock could possibly be. This was a monster cock that really didn't have any relation to what your ordinary guy (or even the most well-endowed stud or stallion) has hanging down from his groin.
What Victoria did was first to lick the tip of the cock with her long, thin tongue, then reach over and get a tube of hand lotion. Opening the cap, she slathered a lot of stuff all over the cock, but especially toward the tip. Then she brought it close to that opening between her legs. At first she just rubbed it up and down between her labia, and even rubbed it a little on her clit. But then she shoved it into herself.
I almost gaped in horror as I watched the thing disappear into her pussy. When I'd first seen the thing, I was convinced there was no way she could even get more than an inch of it into herself. But as I stood there transfixed (forgetting even to pump myself, although I was pretty close to exploding), I saw more and more of it go into her. Actually, probably she got no more than five or six inches into her vagina--but that was enough.
Victoria was now whimpering with mingled pain and pleasure, and she'd brought one hand up to her breasts and was squeezing them hard while with the other hand she pumped that dildo back and forth into herself. I usually thought that girls really didn't have orgasms just from vaginal penetration; they needed to have their clitoris stimulated. But Victoria was really getting off on that mammoth dildo. Maybe her breasts were super-sensitive, so that might have taken the place of rubbing her clit.
In a couple of minutes she'd reached her goal. Her jaw dropped, her eyes opened wide, and she seemed to let out a silent scream (she knew I was in the house, so she couldn't actually scream) as she began trembling and quivering and even bouncing on that easy chair. Man, did she know how to enjoy a climax! It seemed to go on forever. At one point she pulled the dildo out of herself and then started stroking her clit and labia in the usual way; she even stuck her fingers into that poor, stretched vagina. After a while a kind of blissful peace came over her, and then she got this goofy expression on her face. She actually let out a high-pitched giggle as she finally came to the end of the process.
As for me--well, I was in pretty desperate straits. Somehow I managed to stumble back to my room, walking clumsily with my sweat pants around my knees. I tumbled onto my bed and onto my back just before I expelled a huge stream of come straight up into the air, with several more shots to follow. I couldn't remember coming so hard and so copiously in my whole life.
But it's not every day that you see your sister jerking off with a gigantic dildo!
*
Naturally, I didn't let on to Victoria that I'd seen her, although it was pretty hard to keep silent about it. Every time I saw her, even with her clothes on, the image of her nude body sitting in that chair, with all her parts (except her fabulous butt) exposed to my gaze, filled my mind. I think she even sensed that something had happened: I was even more tongue-tied than usual when talking to her--and she was, as I've said, no dummy.
I had a feeling, though, that what I'd seen wasn't going to be a one-off event. And the next time, I decided I'd--well, lend some assistance.
Sure enough, in a few days I heard those telltale sounds coming from her bedroom. Again it was mid-afternoon, and our parents wouldn't be home for hours. This time her door was closed, but I had a feeling she never locked it. I wasn't sure I had the, um,
