My older sister Francine pushed open my bedroom door and waltzed in, just like that. You'd think she inhabited that space and had the right to go or come as she pleased.
"You must always knock and wait until you hear a response before entering a closed room, girl, geez!" are words I'd been hearing our mother try to pound into Francine's head since we were kids.
But Francine generally did as Francine pleased, even if it meant displeasing other people around her; Francine never knocks.
Inside the room, Francine suddenly stopped in her tracks and stared below my waist in obvious disbelief. Her face rapidly underwent a colour change as her emotions shifted from disbelief to acceptance of the fact, to amazement and then finally, it seemed, to stifled delight and arousal.
"Holy Shit! I didn't know we had Mandingo in the house... or is it Charlie Mac?" she burst out.
She added "Is there going to be a casting couch session?"
"What do you know about Mandingo and Charlie Mac, or casting couch, sis? I didn't know you watch porn!"
"I do... a little, when I'm in the mood... who doesn't?" she said, casually shrugging her shoulders and obviously struggling to keep her eyes off my big brown pounder.
I'd just woken and gotten off my bed and was standing beside it displaying a big chunk of morning wood as I looked around for the boxers and T shirt I'd discarded during the night due to the seasonal humidity. I saw the clothes on the ground but was somehow amused by the situation and mischievously decided to stretch it out for what it was worth, so I made no move to cover myself. My cock, delighted with the presence of a pretty young lady in a sheer white nightie that left little to the imagination, stealing glances at him, influenced my decision.
Francine's head was bobbing up and down in comical frequency as she kept looking from my face to my wood while discussing the matter that had brought her to my room -- Having to check herself often, as she kept getting words mixed up. She was flustered to say the least. I smiled inside as a wicked thought occurred.
"Stop a minute, sis. We're family, ok... you want to look at my morning wood, just go ahead and take a nice, long look. I don't mind. That guy down there loves attention. After you've had your look you can go back to talking and hopefully, make some sense."
She looked up at me and grinned. "Who's the older sibling here, eh? You sound like my lecturer... but thanks.
She dropped her eyes to the now, throbbing wood -- stimulated by the sensual engagement in progress -- and licked her lips. She was breathing hard as she gazed at the big fuck stick. She had naturally long nipples and with the pronounced rise and fall of her bosom due to the excited, heavy breathing, they provided quite a tantalizing image through the sheer nightie.
"Shit, Keith, Mandingo and Charlie Mac ain't got much on you, if anything at all."
"You ever experienced anything like they have?" I asked, grinning. I was enjoying the moment.
"Not on your life... a god six incher can make me grind my teeth and pray that the session doesn't last too long... what do I want with something like
that
," she replied, jutting her chin at my cock.
"But, I bet you fantasize about it, eh?"
"Fantasy, yes, but with no intention of making it real... Ok, I've had my look and I'm now ready to talk and make sense," she said and burst out laughing.
Before she left she offered up an opinion, which though seemingly funny, was certainly food for thought.
"You know, little brother, with what you're carrying down there, you won't need to be rich or famous, or super smart or have a large repertoire of good pickup lines to draw ladies to you. As a matter of fact, you won't need to talk at all... all you have to do is flash that attractive dick and you can have any woman you want. Especially with it being attached to such a nice body with a handsome face."
That little speech seemed to crack her up. It cracked me up too and we both laughed heartily.
"Interesting... I think I'm gonna have to test your theory," I said, with a serious face.
"Go right ahead, but if the cops get you for indecent exposure, please don't call my name."
She took a final look at King Dong, and, as if struggling against an urge, turned away and walked out of the room.
"Any woman?" I called out to her back.
"Any woman," she replied, without looking around.
I looked down at my, still standing, tenner. I considered its shape. It started out as stout as a Guinness bottle at the base, held that size to midway and then as it began to curve upward, gradually narrowed to a cap-like, round-pointed head. I then looked in the mirror at the toned, twenty-two year old athletic body that Francine had described as nice looking. I reached down and picked up my clothes. I'd always thought Francine was sexy, but never let the fact lead me into any inappropriate thinking. But that morning, as we talked, something snapped in me and even before she walked out the room my imagination was running wild. In the days that followed it got wilder and I found myself often looking at my pretty sister with sheer lust. I soon graduated to jerking off to images of her in my head. I am no coward... I decided to test the theory... on Francine. All I needed was for us to be alone and the conditions right.
It was Saturday night, a month later, and I was in the kitchen preparing dinner for myself, before settling down in front of the TV. Francine appeared, looking all dressed up to go out and sexy as fuck in a little gold dress and sheer black stockings. She was wearing deep red lipstick on her full, heart shaped lips. And her eyes were shadowed a sensual red as well. Her twenty-eight year old body looked ripe for fucking. She let me know that the taxi had arrived, and she was leaving for her date. Our parents had left since early morning and would be away for the weekend, not returning until Monday morning. Francine had informed me earlier that day that she would be going out. I was disappointed because I had planned on making a move on her that night, even cancelling out a date of my own. But I consoled myself with the thought that there was still time left.
Two hours later, I heard the familiar repetitive clicks as the key made its turns in the lock of the metal door. Francine appeared, looking none too joyful.
"Back already!... And your body language suggests things didn't go as expected," I exclaimed, in a surprised tone
"Well, you know how it goes sometimes... every girl has her
