Id Brother and Big Sister Sex

Kid Brother and Big Sister Sex, #01

Adult brother and sister have sex when sleeping in the same bed.

My name is Kingsley. With me being a 27-year-old grown man, I'm hardly a kid but I'll always be my sister's kid brother. Even though I'm much bigger than she is, she'll always be my big sister. Willing to do anything for her in the way that she'd do any-thing for me, I love my sister as much as she loves me. Able to talk to confide in her about anything, she's always been more than a sister to me but also a best friend.

Oddly enough, my sister's name is Queensly. She's 30-years-old. She's 5' 9" tall with long, beautiful, brown hair, big, brown eyes, D cup breasts, a round ass, and long, shapely legs. To say that my sister is hot is an understatement. Any man would love to marry her but with proposals few and far between, and with men unable to commit, most men just want to bed her. Who could blame them? I'd love to bed her, too.

With our parents hailing from England and so taken by the British royal family, they had quite the sense of humor when naming us Kingsley and Queensly. Instead of naming me Kingsley, I wished they had named me Judge, Captain, Coach, Duke, or Baron. Actually, back when my sister was born, my mother was a big fan of Queen Latifah.

Later in life, when I watched her in the Equalizer, I wondered if my mother was a fan of Queen Latifah because she was lesbian. Close with her best friend, Christina, our sexy, divorced next door neighbor, I suspected that my mom had lesbian tendencies. Something that I was never able to prove but with them being overly friendly, hugging and kissing one another all the time, and with her always at our house, I suspected that my father had threesome sex with my Christina.

When wondering why they named me Kingsley, The Lion King, a Disney animated musical, created in 1994, was popular when I was born in 1997. My name choice could have been worse. She could have named me Titanic or Full Monty, both hit movies in 1997.

Never using our full first names, my sister called me King and I called her Queen. King and Queen may be good names for dogs but not for people. With our classmates making fun of us and bullying us, we both had a tough time in high school. No doubt, if we took one another to the senior prom, we'd be nominated for King and Queen of the prom.

'And our King and Queen of the prom are, King and Queen,' I imagined the DJ saying about my sister and I being voted as king and queen of the prom.

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My story started when my beautiful blonde, blue-eyed girlfriend, Heather, left me for her female co-worker. Figuring she'd leave me for another man, I was stunned that she left me for a woman. Who knew she was a licker and not a sucker? I had no idea that she was a closet lesbian.

Yet, now that I think of it, she loved it when I went down on her and licked her pussy. She loved it when I fingered her pussy and fucked her with her dildo. Rarely returning the favor of oral sex, she seldom blew me, and she never allowed me to ejaculate my cum in her mouth. I could count on one hand how many times she sucked my cock in the three-years that we were together whereas I'd need an Abacus to calculate how many times I ate her pussy.

With our small, studio apartment decorated very nicely with her possessions, she took everything except for the king-sized bed, which was mine, my desktop computer, my laptop computer, my computer chair, and my computer table. If I didn't feel alone before with her leaving me for her lesbian lover, I feel alone now. Taking every photo except for the ones still on my computers and on my cell phone, she removed every trace of her as if she had never existed as my girlfriend.

Now my apartment looks the way that it did when I first moved in while waiting for Heather's furniture to be delivered. With us sharing all of the expenses, it's a struggle to pay the rent on my own. I needed to find a roommate, but it was in the middle of the COVID pandemic. No one is voluntarily moving unless they must and until after this pandemic is over.

Fortunately for me but unfortunately for her, my sister was in a similar situation. She left her boyfriend after she discovered that he had been cheating on her with his ex-girlfriend. With her unable to afford to rent a place, she was in the same situation as I was in needing to find a roommate. Aware that I now lived alone, she asked if she could move in with me.

"King," said my sister, calling me on my cell phone.

She sounded sad. She sounded nervous. She sounded desperate. She sounded upset.

"I broke up with my boyfriend. He was cheating on me with his ex-girlfriend," she said through her tears. "Now, kicked out of his apartment, I'm homeless. I have no place to go. I had my two best friends, Carol and Maureen, help me load my possessions in a small, rental truck."

As soon as she mentioned Carol and Maureen, I pictured them in my mind's eye. Both beautiful women, Carol's a blonde, and Maureen's a redhead. When they're together as they always are, and with them all tall, sexy, shapely, and beautiful, men have a choice of a blonde, a brunette, or a redhead.

With her usually so confident and so strong, I felt sorry for my sister. I was ready to do anything to help her. Ready to suggest that she move in with me, but not interrupting her to allow her to talk, she paused as if she was rethinking what she was about to say. Yet, with her having a lot of friends, figuring that she had a girlfriend to call as her roommate, she surprised me by what she asked.

"May I move it with you," she asked?

'My sister asked to move in with me,' I thought. 'Fuck yeah. With my sister living with me, no doubt, I'll always be seeing her two, best friends.'

A win/win for the both of us, not even having to think twice about it, ready to help her in her time of need, of course, I said yes. I was ecstatic. Besides, killing two birds with one stone, her living with me solved my rent problem. I had someone to share the expenses. Especially now that we were quarantined from going out, seeing friends, and having sex, I had someone to watch movies with, play games with, and talk to every day.

Who knows, with my sister and I having had all of our COVID shots, and her girlfriends having had their shots, too, maybe I'd get lucky with one or the other. I've always been attracted to older, big breasted women, not that 3-years my senior made them an older woman. I've always been as sexually attracted to Carol and Maureen as much as I'm sexually attracted to my sister.

"Sure, sis, I'd love the company," I said while looking around my empty apartment. "With Heather gone and taking everything that belonged to her with her, I have plenty of room for you," I said with a laugh. "Actually, my apartment looks as if I had just moved in or was moving out."

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Glad that she had a small rental truck full of furniture, a loveseat, rugs, chairs, tables, a big screen TV, and pictures to put on the wall, she made my apartment look so much better. She even arrived with pots, pans, dishes, silverware, towels, and linens. She pulled up with her two best friends, Carol, and Maureen.

Unable to stop staring at the both of them in their cutoff jeans and tight tops, Carol a beautiful, busty blonde, and Maureen, a blue-eyed, big breasted, redhead. Including my sister, seemingly, all of my sister's friends have big tits. I love tits, the bigger the better. All of my sister's friends are as good looking as she is.

Only, making her moving in with me a bit awkward, one thing that was missing from all of the items that she brought was a bed. My sister didn't have a bed. With her not having a bed, where would she sleep? I only had one bed, my bed. Even though it was a king-sized bed, I didn't think my sister would want to sleep in the same bed with her brother as I was eager to sleep in the same bed as my sister.

Matter of fact, while wanting to be the perfect host, hoping that we could have a sleepover, I'd love to sleep with my sister and her two friends, Carol, and Maureen. As much as I'd love to have sex with my sister, I'd love to have sex with her two friends, too. It amazed me that none of these women weren't married, and now that my sister left her boyfriend, none of them had a boyfriend.

They are all so stunningly beautiful. Yet, with guys today unable to make a commit-ment, seemingly, men waited for someone better to come along. I couldn't imagine any woman better than my sister, and her hot friends, Carol, and Maureen. With my sister living with me, she may be delivering my future wife to my door. In the way that I did with Heather, I could definitely fall in love with Carol or Maureen. I could see myself marrying one of them and having children with them.

# # #

"Don't worry, sis," I said. "I'll sleep on the sofa," I said looking at what I thought was a sofa but was a loveseat.

Yet with me 6' 4" tall and the loveseat only 60" long, that wouldn't work.

"Don't be silly," she said with a laugh. "That's not a sofa. It's a loveseat. We'll share your bed. It's a big bed. We have plenty of room. You stay on your side, and I'll stay on my side," she said.

She looked at the bed before looking at me.

"We're both adults. As long as we don't tell anyone that we're sleeping in the same bed together, especially mom and dad," she said with a laugh. "It will be fine."

Then, she looked at me and laughed.

"What's so funny," I asked?

She paused as if rethinking what she was about to say but said it anyway.

"If I told Carol and Maureen that I was sleeping in the same bed with you, they'd want to sleep with us, too," she said. "They've always had a secret crush on you," she said.

I returned my sister's laugh with my laugh.

"Well, if that will make them happy to have a sleepover with the four of us sleeping in one bed, don't let me be the one to disappoint them," I said with another laugh. "I'd love to have threesome sex with Carol and Maureen while you watched," I said.

My sister laughed, too.

"In your dreams, King," she said. "In the way that you look at them and stare at them while undressing them with your eyes, it's no secret that you've always been sexually attracted to my friends. Who wouldn't," she asked? "They're both beautiful."

Nonetheless with all of the kidding aside, it was settled. In the way that we slept in the same bed more than twenty-years ago as children, we'd be doing that again now. Yet, unable to stop my other brain from having dirty thoughts, the thought that I'd be sleeping with my sister in my bed filled my brain and my penis with forbidden thoughts. For the first time in a long time, since I turned 18-years-old, I imagined my sister naked and having incestuous sex with her.

Then, I reflected on the thoughts of Carol and Maureen naked and having sex with me. Always having not so secret crushes on them, I'd love to bed one or the other, or both of them. I didn't tell my sister that I had secret crushes on them, either. Obviously, in the way that I continually stared at them, she already knew.

# # #

Adding to my attraction and sudden desire for my sister, she didn't own a robe. Making her too hot and uncomfortably restrictive wearing them, she hated wearing robes over her nightgowns. Instead of wearing long, flannel nightgowns, too hot for that in the apartment, she wore her short, sheer, sexy, low-cut nightgowns without panties.

'Oh, my God,' I thought the first time I saw my sister wearing her nightgown. 'What is she wearing? What is she not wearing?'

I couldn't believe my eyes when my sister paraded around the apartment in her sheerly revealing nightgown. Never have I seen as much of my sister's nearly naked body as I was seeing now when seeing her in her sexy nightgowns. Giving me plenty to masturbate over, her nightgown was so low cut, that I could see most of her big breasts. Whenever she lifted her arms over her head to put something away in the kitchen, I saw the tops of her areolas.

'I can't believe that I'm seeing the outline of my sister's big tits, her erect nipples, the patch of her brown, trimmed pubic hair, her shapely ass, and her ass crack through her nightgown,' I thought.

Nightgowns that her boyfriend must have bought her and loved when she wore them, her nightgowns were so sheer that I could see right through them as if she was naked. While trying not to catch me staring, I continued staring at all that I could see through my sister's sheer and sexy nightclothes. I could clearly see through her nighties as if she was doing a Transparency Try on Haul on YouTube. I haven't had an erection over my sister in nearly a decade but, every day that I saw her in her see-through nightgowns, I had one now.

# # #

Because of the COVID pandemic, thank God, we both worked from home. With us no longer having to get up early and fight the traffic to work, we lounged around the house in bed longer. Unless she was going out to run errands, a real treat for me, she remained in her revealing nightgowns and slippers all day, and I remained in my T-shirt, pajama bottoms without underwear, and my slippers.

In the way that I had stopped masturbating when having sex with my girlfriend, I masturbated now over imagining Queen naked and having sex with her. Only, I continued playing with myself over all that I saw of my sister. I not only masturbated over my sister but also, I masturbated over her two best friends, Carol, and Maureen, too. Something that would never happen but that made me horny to think that it would, after imagining having sex with my sister, I envisioned having threesome sex with her two best friends.

With the open floor plan of my studio apartment, I could see all the way to the kitchen from my bed. When she opened the refrigerator door without turning on the kitchen light and stood in front of the bright light of the refrigerator, I could see through her nightgown as if she was naked. When she stood in front of the television to clean the screen, again, I saw through her nightgown as if she wasn't wearing anything. When she opened the drapes in the morning, with the sunshine lighting her up, she may as well have been standing there without her clothes.

Giving me more to masturbate over, she made me as horny as she made me sexually frustrated. Then, that first night, I was exhausted from helping her move in her things. Ready for bed, it only took three beers to make me sleepy. Normally, she drank two glasses of white wine but, perhaps nervous about sleeping in bed with her brother, she had a third glass of wine that made her a little tipsy.

Once she had that third glass of wine, not careful about how she sat, the hem of her nightgown had climbed nearly to her crotch. Then, with her knees parted open enough to flash me up nightgown views, every time I got up to get another beer and/or to get her a glass of wine, I saw her brown, trimmed pussy. I couldn't believe that I saw my sister's naked cunt.

Then, when she got up to get me a beer, leaning over me longer and lower than necessary, she flashed me down nightgown peeks of the tops of her breasts, her long, sexy line of cleavage, and her erect pink nipples. I loved seeing my sister's big, naked tits as much as I loved seeing flashes of her naked pussy. Because of all that I saw of my sister every day, as if I was an 18-year-old testosterone filled man, I had turned into a masturbation machine.

Again, when I wasn't masturbating over my sister, I stroked myself over her two friends. I imagined the three of them naked. I imagined them having threesome sex with me while my sister watched. With her walking around the apartment practically naked, I walked around the apartment with an erection tenting my pajama bottoms.

# # #

That first night, while enjoying one another's company, we sat on the loveseat while watching a movie, I don't even remember what we watched. It may have been Bridgerton because, especially when they showed some of the nude scenes, the movie made us both horny. I cuddled with her as if she was my girlfriend instead of my sister. I put my arm around her shoulders and, not wanting her to know that I was sexually excited, I left my hand on my erection that tented my pajama bottoms.

With the alcohol that we consumed making us both sleepy, my sister slumped forward and rested her head on my chest. Again, I pretended that she wasn't my sister but my girlfriend. Then, as soon as I removed my hand from my throbbing erection, curious for her reaction to seeing my erection, she rested her hand on my upper thigh with her manicured fingertips touching the head of my cock. Tempted to move her hand to rest on my pajama clad prick, I looked down to see if she was sleeping and she was.

Deliberately throbbing and pulsating my prick, it didn't take long for my big dick to escape from my pajama pee hole. As soon as it did, shocking me as much as she sexually excited me, before I could stuff it back in my pajamas, my sister wrapped her long, manicured fingers around my prick in her sleep. Something that I've stroked myself over imagining her doing, I couldn't believe my big sister was holding my cock in her soft hand.

'I'll be masturbating over my sister holding my erect, naked cock in her hand for the rest of my life,' I thought.

Then, when I looked down, her nightgown top had fallen open with her enough for me to see the tops of her naked breasts, her long line of sexy cleavage, and her big, erect, pink nipples. With her still sleeping while holding my erect prick, daring myself to do so and hoping that she didn't awaken, I gently and stealthily stuck my hand down inside of her nightgown top. Careful not to touch her nipples, I felt and fondled her big breasts, first one and then the other.

I loved my sister's tits. So soft and yet so firm, she had beautiful, natural breasts. I only wished that I dared to finger her nipples. I'd love to pinch them, pull them, turn them, and twist them. I wished that I could suck her nipples while fingering her pussy, rubbing her clit, and fucking her with my finger. Yet, not wanting her to awaken from her sleep, I was satisfied with just feeling and fondling her naked breasts while she held my cock.

Not wanting her to catch me feeling her naked breasts, I quickly removed my hand from her nightgown when her head slid from my chest to rest on my lap. The head of my naked cock was mere inches from my sister's mouth. All that I could think of was my sister blowing me in her sleep.

With her making me so horny, I'd love for her to suck my cock. I'd love to cum in my sister's mouth. Only, after she awakened, how would I explain cumming in her mouth while she was sleeping? Not wanting to take sexual advantage of my sister, and prematurely ruin our close relationship, I needed her to trust me and to feel safe with me.

# # #

Again, daring myself to do so, I moved her hand with my hand and touched the head of my big dick to her lips. Surprising me, as soon as I did, she parted her lips and opened her mouth enough to take me inside. Daring myself to do so, with a gentle hump, the tip of my cock slid inside of my sister's mouth. As if she was dreaming of blowing her boyfriend or dreaming about sucking the cock of one of the cast of Bridgerton, she licked the head of penis with her tongue while gently sucking it with her lips.

A sight that I'll never forget for the rest of my life, I stared down at my big dick stretching my sister's beautiful mouth. Difficult to control myself from doing so, I was so tempted to hump her mouth. I wanted to fuck her face. I wanted her to blow me. Needing her to stroke my prick while sucking my cock, I wanted to cum in her beautiful mouth.

Yet, not wanting to cum in my sister's sleeping mouth, even though I did, with great reluctance and regret, I pulled my prick from her mouth and from her hand. I stuffed my erect inside of her pajama bottoms. I watched her sleep for a minute before awakening her.