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.
Looking me straight in the eye, Angela said "Bernie's going to put his giant Jew cock up my tight little Italian cunt and fuck me all the way to Jesus and back!" She grabbed pillows and put them under her shoulders and back, propping herself up so she could keep watching me as Bernie moved into position, kneeling between her legs.
As I watched, Bernie pressed his thick mushroom head between Angela's bright pink pussy lips and pushed forward. "Oh Fuck!" she moaned. Her mouth continued moving, saying silent Hail Marys, as he slowly stretched her open. She was turned so I had a perfect view of his cock entering her snatch.
Bernie moved slowly in and out, pushing his massive member a little further into my sister's pussy with each thrust. She was writhing on the bed, gleaming with sweat and moaning continuously. ". . . Mary full of grace! . . . Oh Fuck, Bernie! . . . Oh Jesus! . . ."
She slammed her pelvis against his crotch, screaming as she took his last three inches in one violent motion. "God Yeah Bernie!" I could see his thick shaft sliding in and out of her clinging lips as Angela worked her hips. "Fuck me hard Bernie!" She grabbed his hands and guided them to her breasts. "Squeeze my tits! Fuck me rough! You know I can take it!"
Angela screamed continuously as Bernie mauled her breasts and rammed her pussy. She stared into my eyes the whole time. I wondered if Mom and Dad could hear her downstairs. He suddenly stopped thrusting and pulled out until his head was barely kissing her lips. Bellowing like a bull moose, he drove his full length up her cunt, slamming his balls against her pussy lips. He rammed her over and over. I knew he was shooting hot sperm up her snatch with each violent thrust.
She continued cumming even after Bernie had finally spent himself, holding him between her legs and working her snatch around his cock, until he finally grabbed her hips and forced her to be still. "Sorry Baby," he said. "I'm a little sensitive right now."
He kissed Angela quickly, then pulled away. "That was great, Baby," Bernie said as he stood up. "I want to stay all night, but I've got to catch a bus. I'm working the midnight shift at the gas station again."
I'd ducked out of sight, but I could visualize the dreamy expression on Angela's face. "That's all right, Baby. A guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do. Maybe next time."
Bernie went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. As soon as the water started running, Angela jumped up and ran to the window. "Paul!" she whispered urgently.
"Hi sis."
"You little perv Brother!" Her window didn't have a screen. She grabbed my head and pulled my face to hers, kissing me open-mouthed. "Bernie will be out of the shower in a minute. Wait here until he takes off."
I stood on the fire escape with my back to the brick wall and my stiff pole pointing out into the night, listening to Bernie getting dressed and leaving. Angela was back as soon as the door closed. "Come in here," she said.
She kissed my lips as soon as I'd climbed in the window, then stepped back to look me over. "Little Brother sure has a big gun," she commented, grinning at my stiff pole. I'd noticed I was one of the bigger boys in the school locker room. Angela's admiration made me feel like Superman.
I was staring at her, too. Her big dark areolas were swollen into domes and her broad nipples were a half-inch long and bright pink. The air was heavy with the smell of sweat and something else - a rich erotic musk. Angela's thick black thatch was gleaming with sweat and juices.
"Don't just stand there," she said, moving into my arms. "Kiss me." Her erect nipples and firm breasts flattened against my chest and my cock pressed into her belly. I slid my hands down her back to grip her ass, pulling us together even more tightly.
We kissed for a long time, open-mouthed with lots of tongue. I was dating a girl my age. Suzie and I were French kissing and she'd started letting me feel her up through her clothes. I couldn't believe I was doing this with my super-sexy big sister.
