Just so I don't need to rehash much, I and my sister had been separated when very young. In fact, we had not even been told of the other's existence. Mom had taken me at the divorce, and my father had taken Wynter. I had not learned of this until my senior year in college, when at a frat party I had totally used my sister as a fuck machine. She still didn't know that I was her brother. I was keeping it that way for awhile just for the fun of it. And besides, who knew, she might not give me anymore pussy. Unthinkable!
Here's the next chapter of this little saga. After I graduated I moved back home to Mom and started sending out those resumes. I had been doing that for the last part of my senior year and hadn't had any luck. I was having no luck now. I had a degree in accounting, but with the economy in the shitter, people already knew the books were bad. They didn't need any help from a rookie telling them they were up the proverbial creek.
Anyway, I had time on my hands, and I was cooking up a little plan to get some more nooky from my sister and to also blow my Mom's mind. This was going to be so much fun!
It was summer, and Wynter and I had kept in touch. She was doing little, just hanging out with her father (and mine!) at their summer place on the shore. She had time on her hands, so I invited her to come and spend a weekend at my house. She would have her own room. This was my Mom's stipulation when I approached her with the idea. She still had no idea who Wynter was. Mom had gone back to her maiden name after the divorce, while I had kept dad's last name. She just didn't put everything together in her mind. It had been almost eighteen years.
When Wynter arrived at the train station and descended the steps she was a stunning little red headed beauty. She was wearing a green summer dress, bringing out the red of her hair and the green of her eyes. What a little cupcake! I was alone with my convertible as Mom was at work. We embraced and held each other tight as my cock started to grow. Okay, this would have to wait! I gathered her luggage and we set out for the house.
Wynter said, "Lowry, you're looking good. It's so funny that we both are such gingers! It's fun, really."
I could just agree, not yet letting her in on the family secret. We arrived at the house about two o'clock. Mom wasn't supposed to be home until after six. We always ate dinner late, because of her schedule. That left plenty of time to get reacquainted with Wynter. I mean that in the best of ways, if you get my drift.
I took her upstairs to her room. Mom's master bedroom was on the ground floor, and mine was just next to the spare room where Wynter would be staying. I placed her luggage beside the bed and she started stripping off her clothes. My little sister was such a little slut! I loved it. All my clothes disappeared, too. We both grinned at each other and we dived into some intense love making!
Of course, the first thing she went for was my hard cock. She absolutely loved dick and come. Couldn't get enough. Remember how she had taken the come from five guys at the frat party? I was only one guy, but she wanted all of my come. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, and she was stroking my cock and sucking and licking the head of my dick. My eyes were staring into hers as she looked up with those green eyes of lust and her lips wrapped around my prick.
She was very good. She had kept her virginity until she was nineteen by being the best cock sucker in high school and later in college. She never disappointed any date or boyfriend, because she knew how to keep them very happy. She was busy making me very happy right now. After slobbering all over my cock, dripping spit onto my thighs and the bed spread, I finally couldn't wait anymore. My come was hard and made her choke, gagging her. But she rose to the occasion. She didn't lose a drop. In fact, she opened her mouth wide, showing me all my come in her throat. Then she closed her mouth, swallowed deeply and long, and grinned up into my eyes.
Now it was my turn. I loved her ginger haired pussy. Her labia were bright red with lust and anticipation, and the pussy juice was running freely over her labia and clinging to her pubes. I made her lie down. Her perky little body was on the bed and I assumed the same position she had earlier. Her pretty, muscular legs were spread wide, and I was kneeling at the foot of the bed preparing to do some muff diving.
First, I licked her pretty, little feet. They were tiny, and I sucked on each little toe. I was making her come this way. After I had come, my cock shrank. It began to grow again while I sucked and nibbled on her toes and licked her feet. She kept giggling and coming, as I watched her pussy cream. I decided to eat that cream. I moved into the pussy zone and began licking and sucking long and hard. Her come tasted like saltwater taffy! Yummy. I ate that pussy until she started squealing, "no more, no more." She couldn't come anymore without passing out.
We showered together, fondling and playing but not really making any real love in the shower. We were getting ready for Mom's appearance for dinner. When she arrived she had brought takeout Thai which was fine with us. We were starving after the love making we had done. And I was amused at the way Mom looked at Wynter, with a quizzical expression on her face. But she was as gracious as ever and welcomed Wynter into her home, telling her to call her Cynthia.
Wynter started to say something, then decided not to. She had told me her mother's name was Cynthia when we had first met.
We spent the evening chatting about college, more than anything else, Mom had attended the same college, so that kept the conversation centered on our college careers. The subject never strayed to family situations. Therefore, we never came near our early lives and Mom was still in the dark concerning Wynter's origins.
