Bernie, my sister's boyfriend, had an immense cock, 8" long and 2 1/2" thick, surmounted by a wide flaring head. The first time I saw it . . . well, I'm kind of getting ahead of myself.
My name is Paul Menghini. When I was 18, our family moved from a small midwestern town to Brooklyn. Dad and Mom bought her parents' hardware store when they decided to retire and move to Florida.
The store was on the ground floor of a three-story brick building. The second floor was family quarters: a living room, kitchen, bathroom and two bedrooms. There were three one-bedroom apartments on the top floor. Dad used one for an office and my 20-year-old sister Angela slept in the bedroom.
Angela was our family jock and baseball was her great love. She'd been on the high school team back in Sidney, Nebraska and had managed to get a second string position on her new school's team. She adored the Brooklyn Cyclones and went to every home game, usually taking me with her. That annoyed Bernie the first time, but Angela just laughed and said, "I'll make it up to you." I liked being with her. We didn't have much of the common brother-sister tension.
One day, I went upstairs to the office-apartment. The bathroom door was open and Angela was standing in the shower, drying her thick black hair. My cock stiffened as I stared at her big athletic body. She was as tall and solidly built as a boy, but with wide hips, a muscular butt and lush breasts. Long thick pink nipples rose from her broad brown areolas. A dense tangle of dark hair concealed the mysterious territory between her legs.
"Paul!" she gasped when she lifted the towel from her face. Aside from her initial surprise, Angela didn't seem disturbed. She continued drying her hair, making no attempt to conceal herself. I knew she could see the bulge in my crotch. "I guess I should have closed the door, but it gets so steamy in here . . ." Angela held the towel behind her back and rubbed sensuously against it. She knew what the sight of her undulating breasts was doing to me.
"I'm sorry," I said, aware I was blushing furiously but unable to take my eyes off my big sister's body. "I'll just . . ."
"It's all right." Angela interrupted as she rubbed the towel over her arms and chest, keeping her nipples exposed while she dried her breasts. "Do you need to use the bathroom?" Jesus! The towel was between her legs, pushing the luxuriant hair aside to reveal her the cleft in her puffy mound. "Go ahead. I've seen you pee before."
Did she want me to take my boner out of my pants? "Uh . . . No thanks. I just came to get a book I left on the desk."
Angela put a foot on the edge of the tub and began drying her leg. I tried not to stare at her partially-opened beaver. "Don't worry," she said. "We've taken baths together before." Not since she reached puberty. She shifted legs, giving me a good view of the protruding lips peeking through her thick pubic hair.
"Dry my back," she commanded, suddenly turning around. She was already dry. My hands trembled as I ran the towel over her back and down to her big round buttocks. "The crack, too," she added. My cock throbbed as I obeyed.
"And between my legs." She bent over to give me easier access. "Dry me good," she whispered huskily. I could feel her slit through the towel. "Yeah! That's good! Real good!" she moaned, pressing her crotch against my hand. Angela pulled her butt cheeks open, giving me a sudden view of her little puckered hole. I filled my shorts with hot cum.
"Thanks," she purred a minute later, straightening up as if nothing unusual had occurred, turning around and giving me a quick sisterly peck on the lips. Her areolas were puffy and her nipples were swollen. I wanted to touch them, but didn't have the nerve.
"Sure. See you." It was hard to act casual and walk away.
"See you later, Little Brother." Angela was grinning. She knew what had happened in my pants.
I locked myself in the downstairs bathroom and jacked off three times.
In the following days, I couldn't stop thinking about Angela, how she looked naked and the way her body had felt through the towel. She was watching me, too. Watching and waiting . . . for what?
One night a week later, it was too hot to sleep. I removed the screen and stepped naked out onto the fire escape. The air was humid and still in the darkness at the back of the building. I climbed the stairs. There was a little deck with a few pieces of patio furniture on the roof and I was hoping to catch a breeze up there.
"Yeah, Baby! Play with my cock and balls." I froze at the sound of the voice. It had come from Angela's open bedroom window.
In the glow of the nightstand light, I saw Angela sitting on the edge of her double bed. Bernie, her boyfriend of two months, was standing in front of her. They were both naked.
"Yeah!" Angela whispered huskily as Bernie pinched the thick elongated nipples protruding from her puffy areolas.
It was hard to believe the cock jutting from Bernie's groin was real. When Angela wrapped both hands around his shaft, gripping it like a baseball bat, his flaring cock-head protruded from her encircling fingers. Angela's hands were big, but she couldn't quite close her thumbs and index fingers around his girth.
"You're so wild!" he gasped as she ran nimble fingers over his head, tickling his tip and flicking the little vee on the underside. "I didn't realize Catholic girls were so sexual."
"This Catholic girl is," Angela purred. "When she's got a guy as sexy as you. I didn't know Jewish boys were so well hung."
Angela's breasts swayed as she leaned forward, extending her tongue toward Bernie's cock head. I was kneeling in the darkness outside her window. He was only 3 feet away and I could see the shiny fluid leaking from his tip.
"Yeah Baby!" he gasped. "Lick my knob! Stick your tongue in my piss slit." Angela stretched her lips over Bernie's broad mushroom head. "Oh shit!" he exclaimed. "Suck my cock, Baby!" Her head jerked back as he slammed into her mouth.
Bernie gripped the back of Angela's head, holding her in place while he thrust into her mouth. She squeezed his balls tightly while gripping his shaft to control the violence of his thrusts. "Fuck Baby!" he gasped. "I'm fucking your face! . . . Fucking your hot mouth with my big fat cock!"
Angela's eyes were wild as she tried to breathe around the cock plunging into her throat. I stood up to get a better view. She was making harsh noises as he slammed into her mouth. I couldn't tell if they were sounds of pain or pleasure.
I hadn't touched my cock, but it was throbbing as I watched Angela suck Bernie's gigantic tool. If I hadn't masturbated earlier that night, I'd have shot cum right through the open window.
Angela suddenly gripped Bernie's waist and pushed him away. "Fuck me, Baby" she whispered, lying back on the bed and opening her legs. Her eyes widened when she saw me standing in the window. "Oh Brother! This is going to be good!" she said, putting fingers on either side of her hairy mound and pulling herself open. I stared at the hot little pink hole, gleaming with her juices.
