You know, I can't remember the last time I didn't wake up without a family member's lips around my cock.
This all started about five years ago, just after I turned 21. No, I tell a lie, it
was
my 21st birthday. My birthday present.
I'm the oldest of three siblings. The elder of my sisters, Sarah, is 18 months younger than me. She's only about three inches shorter than me, got great legs, a tight little arse, and gorgeous D-cup breasts. I expended quite a bit of effort trying to peek on her, with varying degrees of success.
So, anyway, my 21st birthday. It was the afternoon, I was in my room relaxing, wondering how much I could afford to get drunk that evening, when Sarah texts me, "Come get your present". I perked up, remembering last year's present - she gave me a set of postcards of glamorous holiday destinations, and she'd photoshopped herself into each image, with a different skimpy swimsuit and sexy pose in each one. I was hella worried that our parents would see what they were, so hid them with a lame smile and a, "very nice." When I found a moment to ask her about it later, she whispered in my ear, "I know you like looking at me - just ask." Sarah's exhibitionist streak was well-known across our various social groups, but this was the first clue I'd had she was okay with me being one of the ones who looked. After that - well, let's just say I no longer had to hide under her bed to watch her get dressed.
Anyway, I went to my sister's room and knocked - she insisted that I knock whenever I visited her. "Come in," her voice drifted out, and I did. She was wearing a long towelling bathrobe, and had her hair done up. "Mum's still out, yeah?" she asked. I nodded. "And dad's at work?"
"You know he is, on Saturdays."
"And Lisa's still over at her friend's place?"
"Yeah," I told her.
"Good. Sit down," she pointed to her bed, so I went and sat on it. She didn't turn away from the door to follow me, so I was looking at her rear three-quarters. "I've got a job," she said, looking over her shoulder at me. "Not many hours, but it pays well, and I wanted your approval on my outfit."
"Your outfit?" It didn't look like she had on any sort of suit under her robe, so I was a bit puzzled.
"Uh-huh." She nodded and began loosening the robe's belt. It came open, and she shrugged the robe off.
"Holy shit," I whispered. She looked stunning. She was wearing stockings, a thong, garter belt, and a bustier, all in black lace. The gentle curves of her legs gave way to the damn-near perfect hemispheres of her bum, split right down the middle by the thong, sharply defined above and below by the stockings and garter belt. Her slender waist rose to where her chest swelled outwards to accommodate her breasts, the curves highlighted by red trim on her bustier, the bare expanse of her upper back above. "A job?" I managed, as she turned ever so slightly towards me.
"At the Silver Balloon." That was the town's strip club. "My first show's tonight. Why don't you come down and watch?" Her left hand came up to caress the underside of her right breast that I could only see in profile.
"I'm off out with the lads, they'd think I was weird, wanting to watch you ..."
I trailed off as her hand crept up to her shoulder and flicked the strap off.
"Then I guess I'd better give you the show now."
And she did, teasing me all the way. She came up onto the toes of her right foot, and swivelled to face the other way, swapping her weight halfway through so that her left foot was on tiptoe. Her hand flicked her other strap from its' shoulder. She swivelled back, and half bent over, teasing the dangling strap on that side down to her wrist and letting me see her cleavage. Back the other way, the same. She turned to face me, and I saw the bustier was laced up the front, loose enough to leave a gap between the two halves, but tight enough to push her breasts up a little. She bent forward again, and pulled the straps completely clear, then slowly straightened up, slowly swaying her firm perky breasts side to side. She moved closer - hella close - her feet moving slowly and stepping high, so I could get plenty of time to appreciate her legs. She pulled the bow in her cleavage, loosening her top, then bent forward again. Her hand shot out to lift my chin just enough so she could kiss me, then let me go so I could go back to looking at her cleavage. She straightened up and put her hands behind her head, then bent her knees, sinking down in front of me, swaying her breasts from side to side. When she reached the bottom, her hands snaked out to my crotch, undid my flies, and pulled out my hardening cock. She stroked it slowly for a few seconds, then smiled up at me.
"Feel free to play - but don't you dare cum yet."
So I started stroking my cock. She straightened up and turned around, and slowly lowered her arse down. I cupped her right cheek with my hand as her left pressed itself against my cock.
"They don't allow this at the Balloon, do they?" I said. "Is this the VIP treatment?"
"Special, off-the-menu, VIP, platinum special," she confirmed. "Just for you."
She stood up again and turned. She ran her hands from her thighs, up her flanks, to her breasts. Squeezing them, she moved them in to the ties down her middle. As she slowly pulled them loose, she started sinking down again. She pulled the bustier off over her head then lifted her breasts for my inspection.
"Fuck, sis." Ever since the postcards, I'd seen her naked maybe fifty times, but she'd never been deliberately sexy about getting undressed for me. She usually wore underwear - this time, she wore lingerie. Previously, she just undressed - now, she was stripping. She'd always ignored me before, as though I was nothing more than another bit of the wall - now, she was showing off her body, and flirting.
She smiled up at me and licked her lips. Then she stood and turned on one foot, planting her perfect arse in my face. My hands reached up, she caught them, guided them to her thighs, up over her hips, to her waist, then back down, slowly, angled steeply. My fingers caught under her thong and slowly started pulling it down. As our hands passed her crotch, she let go and moved hers inwards, to start stroking her inner thighs, and slowly work her way up. I pulled her thong down to the floor, then started stroking back up her legs.
She stepped out of the thong and turned around, bending down just enough that her cleavage was at my eyeline. My hands found her thighs, hers found my cock. She straightened just enough that her nipples rested on my lips. Well, I could hardly refuse such an invitation, could I? I captured one and started sucking, as her hand began stroking.
"The off-the-menu platinum special includes a fuck," she murmured just loud enough for me to hear. "Do you wanna?"
"Oh, fuck, yeah!"
She stood, turned, and sat down on my left leg. "Make me nice and wet, then," she told me, as her hand found my cock and continued what it had been doing seconds before. Both my hands reached round in front of her, my left finding a breast and my right her inner thigh. I slid my right hand up slowly, and with two fingers, began gently rubbing. She turned her head and grabbed mine with her free hand. "Inside!" she ordered, then pulled me into a kiss. This wasn't like the brief one before, this was a proper deep kiss, full tongue action. Bit of a surprise, really, but then the movement of her hips brought me back on-task. I ran my fingers gently down her slit, found what I was looking for, and plunged my middle finger inside her. She gave a small yelp, that turned into a moan as my palm pressed against her clitoris, then I started pumping in and out of her. When I first put my finger in, she was already pretty wet, and I didn't need to feel the gyrations of her hips or her rock-hard nipple to know that she was getting very much wetter.
She pulled away from the kiss. We were both gasping. "Lie down." I lay back on the bed and shuffled my way a bit further on to it. She stood, turned, climbed onto the bed straddling me, grabbed the tip of my cock, lowered herself down, and ...
"Oh, fuck!"
My sister was riding me. My gorgeous, sexy, busty, stripper sister was riding me. Balls deep from the first stroke. I wasn't exactly very experienced back then - not totally inexperienced, but this was only about the third time I'd had sex. I couldn't decide whether to cup her breasts or grab her hips. I settled on one each, watching her free breast bounce with her movement. I didn't have long. She leaned forward slightly and grabbed it, then pushed her other hand slowly down her body to her crotch, where she started rubbing her clit. That was
so
hot. I started thrusting up into her, her moans became yelps, I clamped both hands onto her hips, thrust again, and came
hard
. My hips were arched up off the bed as I pumped inside her, she drove herself down onto me, and, with a scream, came herself.
So, yeah, that was the first time I fucked Sarah. Her job was stripping at the Silver Balloon every Friday and Saturday night. She'd text me a pic of herself in costume right before her every performance, and when she got off shift at 2am, she'd get a taxi back home, sneak into my room, and we'd usually fuck. If we didn't fuck then, we'd do it in the morning. The blow-jobs started after a couple of months or so, when my morning wood woke her up. After that, every few days during the week, she'd sneak into my room early and wake me up with a blow-job.
Now, my other sister, Lisa, is a year younger than Sarah. She's short, she's chubby, and she's got huge tits. She used to be insecure and body-conscious, but getting involved with me sorted that out.
About six months after Sarah and I started fucking, it was Lisa's 19th birthday. It was just a few days from Valentine's Day, and she never really felt comfortable around that time of year, mainly because all the lovey-dovey commercial crap that's in the stores from mid-January depicts slim and slender women, not curvy women with huge racks (she's actually the same cup size as Sarah, but because her body's bigger - 34 vs 40 - so are her tits). Also, guys her age only ever wanted to date slim girls, so no one ever paid her much romantic attention.
Anyway, day after her birthday (Sunday), she came into my bedroom, sat on my bed and announced that she was bored. I'd managed to alt-tab out of PornHub when she came in, but I still had a raging boner going on, and couldn't exactly turn around to talk to her properly. But still, standing orders from our parents were to make sure that Lisa never felt left out or excluded around her birthday, so I looked over my shoulder to talk.
"You wanna go bowling?" She was actually pretty damn good at bowling, the best in the family, so a quick game in town ought to cheer her up a bit. I was about to tell her to give me a minute and I'd be down, but she interrupted me.
"No, the whole place'll be full of teens." She meant fifteen- to seventeen-year-olds on dates. I'd forgotten that. "What are you doing?"
I turned back to my laptop to check. Wikipedia. "Just, y'know, browsing."
"You bored as well?" she asked getting up and approaching.
My flies were open, so I tried to stop her from seeing the evidence. "No! Stay there! Just some research, got distracted."
She ignored my outstretched hand and came closer. "Researching what?" She noticed my cock. "Ohh, right. Researching sex. Sorry, bro, I'll leave you to it," and she turned away with an arched eyebrow.
She must have got her foot caught round the leg of my bed or something, because she went flying, landed face down on the floor. Without thinking, I got up to help her up. This put my still pretty hard cock right in her eyeline.
We both froze, and she went a little red. "Sorry, I'll-" I began, trying to stuff myself back in one-handed.
