My baby sister is a whore. Since she lost her virginity, during her senior year of high school, the bitch has been cock crazy and cum drunk. Dick is all she thinks about and I don't mean some wimpy, six inch wannabe. Nope, she likes the big ones, the bigger the better and the more the merrier. Black, white or even extraterrestrial, if it's got a prick she'll fuck it and beg for more.
Hell, I've even seen her do five guys at once, mewing like a kitten for cream as they pumped their thick splooge all over her young face and tits. It was the first time I pimped her out like a whore and she loved it. Now, I sell her hot, fucking body to anyone with the cash, friends, family, strangers, it doesn't matter to her as long as they're hung like stallions.
My friends say she has the sweetest lips they've ever had wrapped around their dick meat but I already knew that because I'm the one who made her into a slut. That's right, I'm the one who first popped her cherry and taught her the fine art of how to milk a cock, the one who took her from innocent schoolgirl to cum sucking whore. It was the best Christmas of my life.
I was home from college, for the holidays, after a nasty split with my current girlfriend over the directions we would take after graduation in the Spring. Things had been going badly for some time as she was not much into sex and I, your typical male, was all about it. She complained that I was too large so even when we did do it, it usually wasn't much fun. Right before Christmas break she lowered the boom and told me it was over. Horny and rejected, I went home to lick my wounds.
I arrived late that night, my family having, long since, retired for the evening. Creeping up the stairs so as not to disturb them, I passed by my sister's room and noticed light falling through the cracked door. Silently, I peered inside.
Sam was standing at a vanity brushing her hair. I had not seen my baby sister in nearly eight months and what I saw now could have been another woman altogether. Gone was the pudgy little tom girl who used to follow me around the neighborhood and pester me to no end. Gone, as well, were the awkward arms and legs that did not seem to match her frame and the ratty hair, tucked beneath a faded ball cap. The jerky locomotion of youth had been replaced by the fluid grace of womanhood and the gentle glow of her skin seemed to mask a smoldering, new sensuality.
I was astounded by her transformation from childlike innocence to worldly sophistication. My little baby sister had become a woman and a drop dead beautiful one at that. The exotic curve of her breast, dangling like teardrops from her petite build aroused me and I somehow knew that I would not be satisfied until I had her for my own. Unfortunately, I did not realize at that time that I would stop at nothing to have my way.
"Wow, what happened to my baby sister?" I said as I entered the room. She turned from the mirror and shrieked when she saw me, "Hi big brother!"
"You're all grown up."
"Do you like?" She replied, running her hands down her tight, gorgeous body and looking at her reflection. "Built for sin," I said. "I wish." She pouted at the mirror, "all the guys at school are such boys!" I couldn't stand it anymore.
Quietly, I walked up behind her and folded her into my arms. She melted like butter in my embrace and sighed, softly. "I'm glad you're home." She smelled like an angel and the touch of her long, silky hair on my face fueled my abandon. I took the plunge, cupping one of her tender, young breast in my hand. "Mack!" She broke from my grasp and whirled around. "Have you lost your mind?" She feigned dismay but I could also detect a faint hint of curiosity in her frown.
