Thanks to my editor.
I was horny.
I was a nineteen-year-old loser who wasnât getting any and man was I horny. Things had been so hectic in my life that I hadnât even masturbated for four days straight. So it wasnât surprising that I was in my bedroom looking at porn on my computer and wanking. I had been doing this for quite some time and was very thirsty. So, pulling up my pants I popped out into the kitchen for a drink.
As I neared the kitchen I heard a guttural coughing sound. I quickly walked in to find the source of the noise It was my sister. I could tell her face was bright red even though it was shrouded by her unnatural blonde hair. And her hair was in an uncharacteristically messy state. She was leaning against a bench and violently choking on something. Her thin jean-clad legs were shaking vigorously and her arms seemed to be struggling to hold herself up. Having her head bowed forward and hair in her eyes, she didnât see me enter.
Realizing the gravity of the situation, I quickly raised my arm and with all my might, slapped my sister on her back. Immediately she spluttered a great cough, and the seed that was lodged in her throat flew from her lips and hit the bench.
âAre you okay Sally?â I asked.
Breathing heavily, she turned and fell towards me. I caught her as she collapsed into me and she wrapped her arms around my body in a tight embrace. I still had a semi erection, and even in this grave situation all I could think was, âWow! Sallyâs pressed up right against my dick and I can feel her tits squashed up against me encased in her pink jumper (thatâs a sweater for all you Americans)! Shit, I hope she doesnât notice my boner.â
I could hear her muffled âThank youâ repeated into my chest.
Eventually Sally stepped back, wiped her eyes, and she repeated, âThank you so much Steve! Without you Iâd be dead! Thank you!â
âThatâs okay. Its a good thing I got thirsty right now.â I replied.
âWell, if thereâs anything I can do for you,â she said âanything, anything at all!â
She was completely sincere. I looked down in contemplation, but then realized I was staring right at my crotch. I swiftly looked up to see if sheâd noticed my obvious stiffy, and she had.
However, something then happened that I hadnât counted on, she mistook my glance down at my bulge and back up at her as an indication of how she could repay the debt, because as soon as I looked back up she sighed, thought for a moment, and then grudgingly said âWell, okay, but then weâre even.â
I couldnât believe it! âThis is my sister! Is she really going to help me out in that way?â
Sally then walked past me and opened the door to the lounge room. Sensing my hesitation, she turned and snapped, âWell, come on then. I wanna get this over and done with.â
I followed my twenty-one-year-old sister into the lounge room. She sat down on the three-seat couch and patted the space to her left for me to sit beside her. After I sat down she quickly reached to my pants, and in a very business-like manner (without even looking at me) my sister began undoing my belt. She then undid my fly and pulled my pants down slightly, before undoing my boxers.
My cock reared itsâ excited head and, once again in a business-like manner, Sally gave it a tight squeeze with her soft right hand. Yet, even though she was grasping my cock in a manner that seemed to suggest she was just getting a feel for it and was by no means aroused herself, the sensation of her tender hand clutching my firm meat and the knowledge that it was my sister, was intensely arousing. As she squeezed some pre-cum oozed from the tip.
Sally then pulled her hand to her mouth and seemed to be building up spit on her tongue.
She spat some saliva in her hand and then looked at me and said, âOh, you better take your t-shirt off.â
I did as she instructed, taking of my t-shirt as my sister continued spitting into her palm. After it was coated in her spit, my sister then turned her attention back to my dick. Reaching forward, she gently clasped my pulsating shaft. The sensation of Sallyâs delicate, saliva-drenched fingers wrapping around my sensitive cock was incredible.
Ever so slowly, she began sliding her hand up and down my rigid cock. After a short period I was nearing orgasm, but because I wasnât moaning, my sister did not realize this and removed her hand in frustration.
âThis is taking ages.â She said in frustration as she looked at her watch. âIâm gonna be late picking up Josh.â Josh is her boyfriend. âHereâŠâ she said and struggled to pull off her jumper, followed by her t-shirt. âWill this help?â
I stared at her flesh. A small black satin bra held her breasts. I had to see what was inside. âUmmâŠmaybe if you took the bra off I would be quicker.â
She gave me an angry look and said, âOkay.â