Friday.
It was Friday evening, the day before my birthday, one of the big ones, another decade older but definitely not wiser. The last twelve months had not been a lot of fun, what with Covid keeping everyone in lockdown and my wife deciding after twenty years together she wanted to leave because she was bored. I had been left feeling low, vulnerable and unwanted.
To ease some of my frustrations, I had taken to writing about my fantasies and some of my past experiences. I used the experiences as fuel for the stories and then embellished them because the experiences I had had were mostly a bit dull and run-of-the-mill.
My favourite experience, though, had been very formative. This one didn't need any embellishment, though, because the truth was amazing, and it changed me forever. It happened a lot of years ago now, but it still has an effect on me to this day. It was the beginning of a lifelong kink.
I was invited to spend the school holidays at my sister's place with her and her boyfriend. My sister, Sharon, had moved in with her boyfriend only a few months prior. It was her first time living away from home, and the town they were in was quite a long way from home, approximately eight hundred kilometres away; that's about five hundred miles for those who speak in imperial measurements. They had met at trade school, and this was his hometown.
They lived in a shared house with two other couples, and there were constantly people coming and going and crashing on the couch or the lounge room floor. As such, it meant that I had to sleep on an old foam mattress on their bedroom floor in a sleeping bag.
Each night, about an hour or so after we had all gone to bed, my sister and her boyfriend would start fooling around. They seemed to think that I was asleep and couldn't hear them, but I would stay awake waiting for that moment each night after being woken by them the first night. I would just lay there pretending to be asleep until they were busy enough to not pay attention, and then I would open my eyes just a little to see if I could see anything.
Most nights I had to be content with just listening as my sister moaned and made little squeals of pleasure. It was incredibly exciting listening as they would get faster and louder until they both came. Sadly, because I was on the floor below the level of the bed, the most I could usually see was his back, shoulders and head as he fucked her missionary style. I didn't mind too much because the sound was enough to have me coming in my sleeping bag most of the time, but one night I got really lucky.
So much had to come together to make this happen, but luck was on my side. The first bit of luck was that it was a really hot night. This meant that they had opened the blinds and window to allow a breeze into the room. The second bit of luck was that it was a full moon, or near enough to it, and the moon was on the right side of the house. The final bit of luck is that my sister whispered to her boyfriend that she wanted to try something different tonight.
My curiosity was piqued, and I was trying to watch through squinted eyes. The moon had brightened the room somewhat, and I didn't want either of them to look down at me and see me watching. I heard movement on the bed and heard him moan in pleasure. I moved just a little, but it was enough. There, sitting astride him, was my sister. Completely naked and highlighted by the moonlight coming through the window. Her rigid nipples jutting out from her small, pert breasts. She was very fit and had an athlete's body at that age. She threw her head back and moaned a deep guttural moan as she sank down onto his cock. She began to rise and fall slowly on top of him, and she seemed to be enjoying it a lot. She reached up and pulled on her nipples as she changed from bouncing up and down to rocking back and forth on him.
Slowly, she began to increase the speed of her movements. I could hear the wet sounds of her pussy as she rode him, the panting breaths she was taking, and the mewling sounds coming from her throat as her orgasm built inside her. I was stroking my cock in time with her movements, and a small part of me felt like I was fucking my sister. I knew it was wrong and completely taboo to think like that, but the taboo nature of it just made it even hotter.
Her moans and squeals got higher and faster, the sounds I had come to recognise as a sure sign of her impending orgasm. My own seemed to build in time with hers, and when she reached her peak, she threw her head back, placed her hands on his legs behind her and thrust her hips quickly back and forth and then froze in this position, perfectly lit by the light of the moon as she came on his cock. At that same moment, I too began to cum. I tried desperately not to make a sound as I emptied what felt like a gallon of cum from my body. Cum, that at that moment, felt like I was emptying into my sister's hot, lithe body.
Even now, thirty-plus years later, I still have the image of her naked body silhouetted in the moonlight with her nipples standing proud and her head thrown back in ecstasy like it was burnt into my memory with a laser.
I had been going through and refining some of my stories getting ready to post them online. It was this particular story I was working on when I heard a car pull up in my driveway. I was confused because I certainly wasn't expecting any visitors. I got up from my chair and went to the other side of the house to see who was there. I looked out the window, and there was a car I didn't recognise. I was still feeling confused and slightly irritated now because I had just got a nice flow of work going on and wanted to keep going with it. Not to mention that reliving that particular memory had me quite hard too.
The passenger door opened, and out stepped a leggy blonde. I had just enough time to admire her firm, shapely ass in denim shorts before I realised that I knew her. It was a shock to the system for two reasons. One, I was not expecting a visit from my sister because she lived two states away, and two, because I had just been admiring my sister's ass. The very same sister I had just been reminiscing about.
I felt myself blushing already, even though no one had seen me yet. The other doors of the car all opened, and people started getting out. My mum was in the driver's seat, and my younger sister was in the rear passenger seat with her husband. It was a shock to see my family, and it took me a while to come to my senses and go to the door.
I heard the car doors closing as I opened my front door.
"Surprise!"
Yelled, Sharon, my oldest sister, as she ran up to greet me. She met me with a huge hug and squeezed me tight against her. God, I hope she didn't feel my hard cock press against her.
"You could say that again. What are you all doing here?"
I looked around at all the smiling faces and couldn't help but smile back. My younger sister, Hannah, nudged Sharon out of the way and hugged me as well, although hers didn't contain quite the level of enthusiasm that Sharon's did. I kissed her on the forehead, something that I have done with her for as long as I can remember, and she smiled up at me. Derick, her husband, leaned over after putting the suitcase he held in his right hand down and shook my hand. He too had a smile on his face.
"How are you doing, mate?"
"Bloody shocked, to be honest."
Everyone laughed, and then Mum came around the corner. She looked tired, I assumed from the drive, but she looked happy to see me. I gave her a gentle hug and was surprised to see her looking so much older than I remembered her. I hadn't seen her in two years thanks to Covid, and the two years had taken a toll by the looks of it. She was no spring chicken and well into her seventies now. It made me sad to think that maybe her time with us now was limited.
We all went inside, and I fell into the routine of host duties. I put the kettle on to boil and scrounged through the cupboards for some biscuits or something that resembled hospitality. I was pretty sure I had none because the kids had just returned to their mother's house, and I hadn't bothered going shopping yet.
"Sorry, guys, but I'm a bit light on for anything to eat. I wasn't expecting any visitors."
Mum chuckled and went searching in one of the many bags she had brought in with her.
"Have you ever known me to turn up empty-handed?"
I should have known. She had a reputation for bringing enough food to feed an army to pretty much every event, even when it wasn't expected of her.
"Oh, you're a lifesaver, Mum."
"Well, we did arrive unannounced."
"I still appreciate it. Thanks, Mum."
I hugged her, and she smiled up at me. I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me at the sight of my family in my home. I was extremely grateful to all of them for making the effort to come so far to see me. As much as I had been downplaying the fact that my birthday was one of the big ones, on the inside I had been quite depressed at the thought of being alone for it. I knew I would see my kids on the day, but they had gone back to their mum's for her week with them, and I was never going to make demands about them staying with me for extra time. It had been hard enough to get the fantastic deal I already had, and I wasn't about to jeopardise that by being demanding and selfish. Still, loneliness is a crushing emotion and one that takes a lot of getting used to.
