Driving home from work at 2 AM, I'm exhausted and irritated. It's Friday night and I'm a young, horny male who is too tired to go out and get laid. Almost 28 years old, I'm one of the tallest Mexicans you'll ever meet, at 6'4". OK so I'm only half Mexican, I got my height from my mother's side. My hair hasn't been cut in quite some time, its jet black, slightly wavy and falls down to my mid back. Thick muscular shoulders with arms to match from all the years spent working at the plant, narrowing down to a nicely cut V'd waist, nice ass and long muscular legs. My look is complimented with two full sleeves of tats, 3 on my chest, my name across my stomach and a full back piece. I've also got my left eyebrow pierced twice, my labret, my tongue, both ears and both nipples.
On my tired feet is a pair of black biker boots, covered at the tops by comfortable jeans. My white tee is covered by my navy blue work shirt proudly displaying "CHAVO" over the left breast pocket and "Floor Manager" over the right. I don't mind working at the plant, the pay is great, and usually I even have time on the weekends to work on my custom choppers.
Pulling into my driveway, I'm still in awe of my house. This place is my dream home. Two stories high, columns in the front, wrap around porch, a brand new 2 car garage, fresh coat of paint and a bright red door. It is of course an older home and was in need of serious repair, so I got it for a good deal, and I've done most of the work myself. It's a family home and maybe, one day, I'll have a family to put in it. But for now, it's just me.
Sliding out of the truck and stretching my tired body, I make my way inside. The first thing I notice is lights on that shouldn't be, the smell of food cooked in the kitchen, and a suitcase in the foyer. Walking into the completely remodeled kitchen I see my little sister sitting at the kitchen table. Clearing my throat she startles, then jumps and runs to me yelling, "Chavo!" We hug.
My little sister is my half sister, same mother. Trina is 18 years old as of last week and the complete opposite of me. At 5'2" she still feels like a child in my arms. Her complexion is so fair you can see the faint blue veins in her face and arms. White blonde hair and big blue eyes compliment her face. I've always thought she looked like a fairy or something. Giving her a quick once over, I notice the poor girl has still not filled out. What breasts she has are tiny and she has yet to find the shapely curves to fill out the rest of her body.
"What's up Trina, what are doing you here?" I asked.
"Dad asked if I wanted to spend the summer with mom and I said yes."
Trina's dad is a millionaire techno geek in California. He is so shy and awkward he can't even really talk to his own daughter, how he ended up with out mom is still unknown to me.
"Mom's in Europe with the new hubby has been for the last two weeks." I stated.
"And she'll be there for the rest of the summer."
"Trina?"
"Don't worry, I'll call Dad in the morning and tell him the mix up."
"Why didn't you just ask me to spend the summer here?"
"I didn't think you'd want a little kid hanging around." She said looking at the floor.
I caught her arm and pulled her back into my embrace. "You're not a little kid anymore Trina. You're a beautiful woman. If you want to spend the summer here, and your dad doesn't object, then I think it would be great to have you around."
Trina hugged my tighter than I thought her little arms could. "Do you mean that Chavo?"
"Absolutely. I just wished I'd known you were coming. My 3 spare rooms are full of remodeling junk, and none of them have any furniture."
"So I'll couch it for awhile. No worries. It won't kill me. Now, I made you some food, so go eat while I get ready for bed."
After eating I stepped out on the back porch. The back yard looked pretty solemn under the moonlight. The newly installed in ground pool was empty, as the concrete and paint had to cure, but they were coming to fill it up on Monday. The newly built brick pit looked good with the deck I'd built around it. Sighing, I thought to myself, 'This is definitely a family home."
Walking back into the house, I started up to my room. I caught sight of Trina already asleep on the couch. The light from the kitchen illuminated the living room enough for me to see clearly. She'd kicked off her shoes and jeans and lay there with only a t-shirt and tiny panties on. Before I knew it, I was standing over the back of the couch. I could hear her snoring softly. My eyes trailed from her delicate feet up her legs, they were thin, but well toned. Further up my eyes rested on the V of her legs, on the white fabric covering her most intimate parts. Her leg lifted, bent at the knee to rest on the back of the couch. I couldn't help but stare at the little patch of white cotton, my cock stirred. I knew it was wrong, she is my sister, but I was mesmerized. My cock twitched again and I imagined running my hand up her thigh, feeling her pussy through the fabric of her panties, moving them to the side and the feeling the slick flesh under my fingers. I shook my head trying to clear the image.
Reaching down I touched her knee, slowly, I slid my hand lower, watching her face for any signs of waking. She was a very hard sleeper when she was young, maybe she still was. My fingertips brushed the fabric and I glanced down, put my finger against her center and rubbed. Tearing my gaze back to her face, she was still fast asleep. Moving my finger in a circular motion I felt wetness through her panties. Her hips shifted a little, giving me better access, but she was still asleep. Rubbing her little clit with my index finger, I slipped my middle finger under the edge of her panties, peeling the damp fabric away from her pussy. I put my index finger on her again; I thought my cock might explode! She was so slick and so soft. Putting a little more pressure against her clit, Trina moaned in her sleep. I knew I should stop, but I couldn't. I slid my fingers lower, between her lips and paused at the opening of her pussy. I probed into her tiny slit with my fingertips and she moaned again, opening her legs wider, she was still asleep. Slowly I pushed my digit into her cunt, she was so tight! Her velvety walls like a vice on my finger; I pressed my palm against her clit and rubbed as I slowly fingered her pussy. Unzipping my jeans with my other hand, I feed my cock. It was throbbing and oozing precum. Pushing my finger into her faster and rubbing my palm harder against her clit, her hips bucked. Her face still held the angelic lines of sleep, her mouth opened in an "O", but her eyes never opened, never fluttered. Her pussy pulsed around my finger, her thighs clamped down on my hand as she came. My cock erupted on my hand, shooting some onto the back of the couch. I looked down at my sleeping sister again, fixed her panties, and headed upstairs to bed.
I tossed and turned all night, I couldn't stop thinking about the beautiful cunt downstairs and the fact that it belonged to my sister. And the dreams! I dreamed of her waking up and joining in, her taking my big cock in her tiny pussy and begging for me. I also dreamed of her waking up and screaming, pushing me away, her hating me. I didn't know what to do.
Descending the stairs around noon, I smelled eggs and bacon, as well as biscuits! I walked into the kitchen to see my sister bent over and pulling a pan of biscuits out of the oven. She was wearing the shortest shorts I'd ever seen and a tank top.
"Morning." I said.
She smiled perkily, "Good morning." she set the pan on the marble topped island and came around to hug me. Her top was thin and I could feel her nipples against me.
"You're in a good mood this morning." I pointed out.
She nodded, "That couch is magic! I slept so good last night. I don't think I've ever slept like that!"
"Oh yeah?" I asked, stealing a piece of bacon. Trina pointed to the already set table and I sat down sipping the glass of orange juice she'd poured for me. Trina brought over the plates full of food and served me.
"God yes," she said, "and the dreams... wow." Her face flushed and she sat down.
"Dreams?"
She reddened ever more and nodded, "I had the most erotic dreams last night. My body felt so alive. I'm telling you, that couch is magic Chavo."
I buttered a biscuit while she talked, then asked, "You've never had an erotic dream before?"
