My youngest sister, Dawn, and I, found ourselves alone at home for the entire weekend. On Friday afternoon mom and dad had left for the countryside to attend the Saturday funeral of a relative, and wouldn't be returning until Sunday night. At nineteen, dawn is the baby of the family and I'm the oldest at twenty five. There is a girl born after me who is already married and living with her husband, and then a boy who lives with us but his job sometimes takes him out of town for lengthy periods of time.
At nineteen, Dawn is legally an adult but my mom doesn't see it that way and is strict in her convictions. To her, along with being over eighteen, you must also either be working or married or have kids and supporting them financially, or paying your own rent for you to qualify for adult privileges. Age alone doesn't count in her book. Dawn is unemployed, childless, attending university and living with parents, so when mom, as she was about to leave the house was asked by Dawn for permission to go to a dancehall reggae concert on Saturday night, the answer was an expected no, with the only exception being if I were also going.
Dawn immediately informed mom that I had already agreed to take her. It was only after mom had relented based on that information which was entirely false, that Dawn hurried to my room and asked me to take her. When Dawn locked her pretty black eyes with mine, pleadingly, I just couldn't say no, although I had a party and a possible romantic hook up already lined up. Dawn happens to be my favourite sibling and I've always looked out for her, so I agreed to take her.
Dawn is like that, a pretty smart kid who thinks fast, usually takes things into her own hands and also takes things in stride; she just naturally knows how to ride waves.
I am not a fan of dancehall reggae, preferring the more classical reggae of Bob Marley, Peter Tosh, Jimmy Cliff and their peers. I also like the softer Reggae called lover's rock. Dawn also goes for lover's rock, r&b and pop, so I was surprised that she wanted to go to a dancehall concert. I felt she just wanted to get out of the house and go someplace.
Unlike our other sister, Dawn is not particularly pretty but she is not ugly either; she just has an ordinary, pleasant face, but it comes with a lot of charisma and a special kind of charm that reeks of femininity and sexuality. She is on the chubby side in a firm and sexy way, with raw sensuality written all over her face and evident in her body language. She is five foot five and weighs about one hundred and fifty five pounds, a lot of it settled in her ass.
I know from an overheard conversation, that her bra size is thirty four and I know from actually seeing them that they are round, sit high and have cone like shiny tips. I'd accidentally seen them completely naked on a couple of occasions, through a wide open bedroom door. On both occasions she'd seen me looking and had only smiled shyly and slowly turned away. Both times she was wearing tiny thong panties only. The sight didn't arouse me sexually, I only noticed the beauty of the young, plump body. I never think of Dawn in a sexual way, even though I often fantasize about our older sister, and before she married and moved away I would often get a lift from looking at her or thinking about her body which I'd also seen semi-naked on a number of occasions.
For the occasion Dawn put on a light navy, almost sheer, and short, halter blouse with a low cut back. Below that she wore tight, calf length, black pants of a soft fabric that hugged her ass and crotch snugly. She'd put on dark purple lipstick, some kind of shiny makeup on her mid brown face and a head spinning perfume. Her black hair was in a curly pixie style. She looked and smelled sexy and I told her so in a teasing way saying that I dared not turn away from her for more than a moment at the concert for fear of when I looked back somebody might be gone with her. She blushed and giggled shyly, and thanked me.
We arrived at the mini bus park at about eight-thirty only to find a depressingly large crowd, most of them going to the show. It was a mad scramble to get into the buses and it wasn't until nine that we barely managed to enter a bus. Each of the last three rows of three seats had eight persons, four sharing the space meant for three and then four more perched on their laps. Dawn and I were in the first row which had only four of us, plus the conductor crushed against the door.
The bus sped off at breakneck speed and a forty-five minute journey in discomfort began. Usually, on nights like these the bus operators made a killing, with no concern for passenger comfort. Passengers endured it because the alternative would be to stand at the bus park for hours until the crowd eased or pay an expensive taxi fare.
I didn't want the smelly conductor leaning on me, he smelled like he'd used a cheap deodorant since earlier in the day when he'd begun work and it had since died on him, so I sat forward which caused my upper right arm to rest on Dawn's left breast -- it was a pleasant feel. To make herself more comfortable Dawn brought her left arm around my back and rested her hand on my shoulder which made contact between my arm and her breast more flush, while the same hand rested on her thigh, above the knee.
The thought and feel of no protective bra under Dawn's blouse and the steady bounce caused by reckless driving made my cock, against my desire, swell and stretch out hard. I tried concentrating on willing it down, but my body just refused to heed my plea and for the first time ever I found myself being sexually aroused from bodily contact with my baby sister, and to my embarrassment, I was enjoying it, and made no attempt to lean further forward so as to avoid the intimate touch.
The driver screeched to a halt after being flagged down by a small group of persons. The conductor informed him excitedly that he could take five. Two persons squeezed past me to sit on laps then a pretty, slim young lady settled onto my lap, flush on my hard cock. She immediately spun around and looked into my face, giving me an amused smile. The conductor then told Dawn to rise up so the next person who was an untidy looking heavy set man could take her seat and she sit on his lap because he was too heavy to sit on her. Dawn rudely refused telling the conductor to let the lady in my lap sit on the man and she would sit on my lap.
"Shucks, man, I forgot de two of ya'll is together," the conductor said apologetically.
The exchange was made and I now had to endure the torture of my baby sister sitting on my hard cock for about twenty minutes. The young lady that had been on me looked around at Dawn and then at me with a disappointed face. I was horrified knowing that a stick of dynamite was dangerously poised to explode in my pants. I could only hope that my sister would blame the young lady for my condition; had Dawn immediately sat on my lap when the conductor started adding the extra passengers, she would surely have realized that it was the pressure of her breast on my arm that was responsible. I noticed that the smelly conductor had saved a thick, scantily dressed girl for his own lap.
Dawn to her credit, was trying to half-sit on the hard cock, but that was obviously putting her under a strain, so, shortly after the bus took off she shifted herself and settled back fully on the happy tool. I was ashamed of the pleasure I was experiencing, especially when after a sudden turn at a bend in the street I slyly let my hands come around Dawn and settle on her upper thighs where they joined her hips, my fingertips on both hands pressing down on the v of her crotch.
The sudden little swerves and mashing of brakes by the daredevil driver had Dawn sliding, bouncing and grinding on my hard cock and gave me an opportunity to 'accidently' press down on her crotch. We came upon a bumpy stretch of road that was under construction and by the time we were through it I found that the movements had brought my cock plumb between Dawn's crack, or maybe, brought the crack around my cock. Whichever, as the soft pussy of my little sister bumped against my swollen dick I felt a familiar sensation begin to build up inside of me.
In an effort to avoid the impending release by tightening my body, my fingers, unintentionally this time, grabbed Dawn's bump and I felt her squirm. I quickly pulled away my hands and moved them to her waist at the hem of the blouse. Immediately, I felt myself cumming, and driven to a point beyond rational thinking by the heady sexual situation, I let my hand snake up under Dawn's blouse and grabbed her firm young bubbies as I convulsed. She threw back her head against my face and pressed down hard on my cock as I tried to keep my shivering slight so the couples on either side wouldn't be aware of what was happening.
When we got out of the bus my legs were weak and my mind foggy with shame. Dawn also seemed a little wobbly. She took my hand into hers which felt cold and damp, and we walked toward the entrance gate and joined the line in silence. I was glad I had chosen to wear my shirt outside my pants, hopefully, it was hiding the wet spot.
Once we got inside I immediately apologized.
"I'm sorry Dawn, that wasn't intentional ... I tried very hard to concentrate and prevent it but I couldn't," I said, shakily.
Then added, "I didn't mean to hold your breasts either ... that was strictly instinct at play ... due to what was happening to me down there."
"Don't worry about it, I know you didn't mean to ... but you're a man ... you had a pretty young lady sit on your lap and gave you a lift and almost immediately your sister's fat ass took over ... the way the bus was rocking it was bound to happen, no surprises there," she said, smiling.
"Thanks for understanding," I said, relieved.
She took my hand again and we walked off. A moment later she was giggling uncontrollably.
