This is a work of fiction. All characters are over 18 years old when engaging in sex.
My name is John, and I was born and raised in Orange County California. I guess most people would have considered us rich. My Dad was a hedge fund manager, and while he made a boatload of money, it was apparently a very stressful job. When I was 12 years old, I heard him screaming at my mother, and he said he was leaving her. When she begged him to stay, if not for her, then for the children, he said my sister would probably grow up to be a whore, just like her, and he didn't give a shit about me, who he called a little bastard. He said, "He's not even mine! I was out of state when you got pregnant with him! So, Fuck Him! He's gonna have to learn to make it on his own."
He slammed the door as he left the house, and my mother fell to the floor crying. I ran into her bedroom and found her on the floor. I tried to console her, but I was just a 12-year-old kid. Instead of helping her, I started crying too.
That day really fucked up my mind. I suffered from depression and cried all the time. I didn't understand why I didn't have a dad anymore or why he hated me. My mom got me into therapy, and I became very angry. For a 12-year-old kid, I developed quite a filthy mouth. When the therapist would ask how I was feeling, I would shout, "Fuck You!" When he would ignore my outburst, he would try to talk to me in a real soothing voice. As soon as he would ask me another question, I would scream "Go fuck yourself!"
Eventually, I ended up in the psych ward of a children's hospital where they kept me medicated most of the time. I spent six months there before they let me go back home. Of course, I was way behind in school and had to repeat a grade.
My mom made out ok. Her dad, my grand dad, was a very successful attorney. He sued my dad for leaving us. My mom got a divorce, and the judge awarded her the house and a large alimony settlement, including support for me and my sister until we turned 18. My sister was nine months younger than me, but we ended up in the same class in High School. We were both 18 when we started High School, but while she had just turned 18, I was almost 19. Speaking of High School, the Psychiatrists I had dealt with had suggested I start playing sports to help with my anger issues. When I started High School, I began playing football. I was small and underweight, but the coach made me a running back because he said I was agile. He also got me started lifting weights and I eventually made the wrestling team.
I really fell in love with weightlifting. My buddies started calling me Rat because I became such a gym rat. By my senior year, I was 6'2", 290 pounds, with massive biceps, calves, and thighs, as well as a well-defined chest and shoulders. The coach moved me from running back to defensive lineman. One welcome side effect was that I never had a problem getting a date. I think I fucked all the cheerleaders. I also fucked the cheerleader coach.
My sister was named Sandra, but most people called her Sandy, probably because, like me, she had sandy blond hair and blue eyes. She had a great figure with a nice ass and 36 C Cup breasts. She was beautiful and very sexy.
My sister and I had always been close when we were kids, but when I got out of the hospital, I got the feeling she was afraid of me. Like I said, I had anger issues, and I used some very bad language. It made me sad to think my sister could be afraid of me, and I did everything I could to show her that I loved her and would never do anything to hurt her. Eventually we became best friends. The same went for my mom. I noticed when I came home from the hospital that she seemed to be walking on eggshells. I got the feeling she was afraid she would do something to make me angry and I would lash out. Just like with my sister, I loved my mom and would never hurt her. And just like with my sister, we eventually became very close.
One day my sister was walking home from school when she was grabbed by a man, dragged into the woods, and raped. When she got home, she told my mother, and she called the police. My sister couldn't identify the man, but she was taken to the hospital where a rape kit was collected along with a DNA sample. A woman who lived in the neighborhood happened to review her doorbell camera, and she saw the guy grab my sister. She showed it to the police, and they were able to make an identification and his DNA matched. The guy was arrested and then released pending his court date.
A couple of weeks later, I went to the gym for my normal workout. When I left, I took my lifting gloves with me. I found out where the guy lived, and as soon as I got the chance, I caught him outside. I went up behind my sister's attacker and hit him hard from the rear, stunning him. Then, while wearing my gloves, I beat him to a pulp. I kicked him in the balls so many times, I doubt he will ever have children. I left him bleeding and unconscious on the side of the road. I then drove behind a store several miles away and threw my gloves in a dumpster. I drove back to school and started working out again using a spare pair of gloves. I made sure several people saw me working out, then I drove home. A couple of hours later, the Police showed up and asked me if I knew the guy they had found almost dead. I acted like I was trying to place the name, and then I said, "Isn't that the name of the guy who raped my sister?" They confirmed that was who they were talking about. When they asked for my whereabouts earlier, I told them I had been in the gym working out like I did every day. They asked if anyone could vouch for me, and I gave them the names of about 15 guys. They asked if they could look at my fists, and I showed them that I didn't have a mark on them. I was quickly eliminated as a suspect.
The next day, I got home around 6:45. We had dinner, and as usual, I went to my room and laid on the bed to study. My sister came into my room and laid down next to me. She gave me a kiss on the mouth, something she had never done before, and said, "I know what you did, and I want to thank you. I've heard the cheerleaders talking about how good you are at making love. They all think you have a nice cock and they said you are really good at eating pussy. I have never had anyone do that to me, but I would like for you to do it for me. I'll let you get back to your studies, but leave your door unlocked. I'll be back later. I hope you will eat my pussy, and then I want you to fuck the shit out of me."
Well, I wasn't going to get much studying done with that on my mind. As far as I knew, my little sister was an inexperienced High School student. She had only dated a few times, and although we were close, we had never discussed our sex lives. We were fairly casual with our dress code around the house. I usually wore a T-shirt with loose shorts, and sometimes just my boxers. I had seen Sandy wearing just a T-shirt and panties on numerous occasions, and I thought she was sexy as hell, but I never looked at her as a potential fuck buddy. Mom was also pretty casual around the house, and I had often seen her in her panties and no bra. Now, I won't lie, I did have thoughts of fucking her. She was sexy as hell!
About an hour later, my door opened, and Sandy came in wearing one of my school T-shirts and a pair of light blue panties. She got on the bed next to me, crawled up next to me, and gave me a very unsisterly kiss. She asked, "Have you thought about what I said earlier?"
I answered, "How could I possibly think of anything else?"
She laughed and then said, "Let me explain something to you. I have only had sex once, and it wasn't very satisfying for me. I won't tell you who I was with because I don't want you to kick his ass. We were in the backseat of his car, we were both a little drunk, and neither one of us knew what we were doing. And, since it was my first time, it hurt! Then, several months later, that asshole raped me. I don't want to have my only sexual experiences to be bad experiences. I want you to show me what all the girls at school, and a few teachers, are talking about. I want you to show me what it's like to have my pussy eaten, and then I want you to make love to me. If we have time, I want you to teach me how to give a proper blowjob. Will you do that for me, Big Brother?"
"Are you sure about this, Sandy? I mean, brothers aren't supposed to do that to their sisters. I will do anything for you, but I want you to be absolutely sure. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. I'm so pissed off that I wasn't able to protect you from that asshole who hurt you. I promise you; I will always protect you from now on. And speaking of protection, are you on the pill?"
"Don't worry. I'm protected. Mom got me started on the pill on my 18th birthday. Now, will you please eat my pussy and then make love to me?"
I mean, how could I say no? I had her lay back on the bed, and I took her panties off. I got between her knees and plastered my mouth to her pussy and began licking. I had never tasted a sweeter pussy than hers. By the time I had licked her a couple of times, her juices were flowing, and I happily licked it up. I stuck my tongue inside and started fucking her with my tongue. She was moaning and bucking her hips up when I put two fingers in so I could finger fuck her. That elicited more moans, so I started licking her clit. That drove her nuts and she had a very loud, wet orgasm. She said, "Oh, shit! That feels so good. Now come fuck me. I need your cock in me."
I positioned myself between her legs and then leaned down to kiss her. She opened her mouth so our tongues could duel with each other. I broke the kiss so I could move my head down further to lick her nipples, first one and then the other. I loved her tits. As I began sucking on her now rock-hard nipples, she began to moan and move her butt back and forth under me. After I felt I had paid ample attention to her tits, I moved my hips until my cock was pushing at the entrance of her wet pussy. I pushed in slowly, parting her lips, and then plunged in until half my cock was in her pussy. She let out a loud moan and said, "Oh, fuck yes. That feels so good. Fuck me, John. Fuck me deep and hard."
I started stroking her with a nice rhythm. I could feel her vaginal muscles gripping me with every stroke. It felt so good. I had fucked some sexy, sensual, very experienced women, but no one could compare to my sister. I began to stroke deeper and faster, and she began to lift her hips to meet my thrusts. She had her hands on the back of my shoulders and was pulling me closer. After a few more deep thrusts, she screamed out, "FUCK! I'M CUMMINNGGG!"
When she left, she gave me another tongue dueling kiss, and said, "Thank you, big brother. Like I said earlier, I know what you did, and I appreciate it. From now on, you can fuck me anytime you want to."
I was in my Spanish class the next day. It was the last class of the day, so I was anxious to leave when the class ended. Ms. Lupe Garcia, my Spanish teacher, was about 29 years old with beautiful brown eyes and long black hair. She also had a great body. She said, "John, could you stay behind for a few minutes? I need your help with something."
Like I said, I was anxious to leave, but I really liked Ms. Garcia, so I said, "Sure. What can I do for you?"
She walked to the door and locked it, then she walked to a door in the corner of her room. I had noticed it before, but I had never seen the door open, so I had no idea what that room was for. She opened the door, then asked me to step inside. There was another desk with some boxes on it, and a blue padded lounge chair in the room. I must have acted confused because she laughed and then she put her arms around my neck. I was so much taller than her that she had to stand on her tip toes as she gave me a very sensual kiss. She said, "John, sit with me on the lounge chair. In case you have any doubt why you're here, I want you to fuck me!"
