I never remembered when I first masturbated, but I learnt where I could touch myself that would make me feel good, and what to do with the sperm that shot out the head of my dick. It was like it awakened something in me. I fisted my cock all the time. At work, I would go to the bathroom just to get myself off. Porn was good. I loved watching the sluts on screen, the way their tits would bounce as they rode another man; the way they spread their ass cheeks, showcasing their beautiful ring holes. I would rub my dick for hours, never tiring of the feeling of my cock tingling when I came. But the feeling of being balls deep in a woman was sensational. Women usually flocked to me, and while I bedded most of them, the ones that played hard to get were the real winners - presenting me with a challenge. There were even times when, alone in my bed, my sister would have her boyfriend of the month over and was fucking him, I would be rubbing my dick as I listened to their bed hit the wall repeatedly, and their moans and grunts.
Kayla, my younger sister of eight years, had just turned twenty-one, and had a huge party to celebrate. Cakes, decorations, alcohol, drugs, strippers. It was perfect. The drunk girls who just had to get naked and dance made my cock painfully hard. But Kayla, out of all of them, was the only one that resembled a porn star. Her breasts were naturally very large with delicious pink nipples. Her ass was firm and round. Her cunt bare, with puffy lips. She was built for fucking. I imagined myself holding on to her hair while I fucked her from behind.
Her tits danced with her. Moving as erratically as she was. I watched her, enthralled by the way her body moved; her hips swaying sensually. It felt as though she knew how tempting she was. I needed her more than my next breath.
I plied her with drinks, hoping to get her so intoxicated she would pass out. That her body would be so weak that I could do whatever I wanted with her and she wouldn't wake or fight me. The party didn't wind down until past 3am. The guests began to fade, until one by one, it was Kayla and I remaining.
"Hey big brother," she drunkenly slurred in my ear with a laugh. I held an arm around her still naked back and walked her down the hall to her room. The moment she hit the bed, she was out like a light. Her breathing was even, her tits rising and falling with the movements of her chest.
"Kayla," I said loudly, testing to see her levels of consciousness. Nothing.
Perfect.
I moved her body so that she was on her back, her head resting on the pillow and her legs splayed open for my use. I admired her body, the way the shadows clutched to her skin, showcasing the curves I couldn't wait to dig my hands into.
Her nipples were first. With my mouth enclosed over one, I moved to the other, unable to pick which one I wanted. Soon enough they hardened into tight nubbins. Kayla's body writhed a little beneath me and she moaned.
