I was bored, watching TV alone. Carrie, my younger sister, was out again with a friend. We had frequented a local Mexican restaurant so much that we'd become friends with Carmen, one of the waitresses. Carrie and Carmen had invited me along, but I had politely refused. My sister thought it was because a few days earlier I'd lost a major contract for a photo shoot. I told her no, and the girls had left. It was about 1:30 AM when Carrie came home. I hadn't realized it was so late. I heard Carmen's car driving away as Carrie joined me in the living room.
"Are you waiting up for me, Matt?"
"Nope, just couldn't sleep." She tossed her purse onto a chair. She put one hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow. "I'm serious, Carrie, I was not waiting for you. You're a big girl. That outfit proves that." She looked hot. She wore a skimpy silver midriff with spaghetti straps and a very (and I mean
very
) tiny skirt.
"All the guys noticed at the club."
"Bet they did." Since we'd gotten closer sexually lately, I didn't hesitate to check out her fit tummy and long toned legs. "I'm kind of noticing a lot, too."
She giggled and sat down next to me. She kissed me on the cheek and took her shoes off. "So whatcha watching?"
I told her I had no idea. I was barely paying attention. She cuddled up to me and changed the channel. We'd done this a million times as kids, and as adults it still felt right.
"Love you, Matt."
"Love you, too."
We sat there for the rest of whatever movie she'd discovered. I found myself enjoying the moment, and she lay down, on her side, her head on my leg. "Mind if I take my skirt off?"
"Go right ahead."
She pulled it off and tossed it with her purse. I checked out her fantastic legs up to her round ass. "Carrie Elizabeth, you wore thongs under that short of a skirt?"
She giggled again. "Damn right. Know what else?" I shook my head. "No bra, either. Me and Carmen decided to really get attention."
I playfully sighed. "You little hussies."
"So many looks. Got us all horny." I was too busy looking at her exposed ass cheeks to worry about the guys in the club. "Hey, bro?"
"Hm?"
"It comes to my attention I'm not the only horny one. Seeing as your cock is poking me in the head."
I smiled and patted her rump. Carrie just sat up and removed her top. I reached out and cupped her breasts. Then I moved my fingers up the sides of them. I slowly slid my hand down her tits, making sure my fingers rubbed her nipples. She smiled as they became firmer.
"You need a hand job, Matt."
"I do, huh?"
She nodded. "Yeah. You do."
"But I'm enjoying myself now."
"Oh, you'll finish that later."
We removed my shorts and underwear with ease. My cock bounced out. I was already hard and ready for her. Carrie stood up for long enough to slide her panties down her long legs. I curled my hand against her pussy. It was already warm. Her labia were already slightly swollen. She playfully pushed my hands away and sat on my legs. Slowly, so damn slowly, she wrapped her soft hands around my erection. God bless all that skin lotion she used!
My kid sister started a slow stroke. My dick was responding to her expert touch. When her hands slid up over my glans, they sent shivers through me. She looked directly into my eyes. "You like?"
I nodded. "Fuck yeah. A lot."
She grinned a little. I'd seen that cute grin many times. "Good, because I'm going to make you come hard."
I started caressing her legs. What soft, smooth skin she had. Carrie scooted closer, and I felt her hot pussy pressing into the base of my penis. I reached back and held her ass. I kneaded her buttocks as she sped up her jacking-off rhythm. I fondled every inch from her ass to her knees.
Her rhythm was quicker now. It made her tits jiggle a little. She was fucking me with her hands. I was in pure heaven when she started whispering, "Come for me. That's it, baby, come for your sister." I felt my jizz building.