Playing with My Sister

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Author's Note: "Playing With My Sister" is a bisexual series. This chapter contains male-on-male sex scenes. If this bothers you, please go read something else, rather than sending me nasty anonymous emails.

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She put a DVD into the player. We lay with our backs propped up with pillows against the headboard. "Hold me," she commanded.

Nestled in my arms, Suzie said, "You know my brother and sister."

I'd met Alexander at a couple of Suzie's family functions. He was a 24-year-old mechanic living in New Jersey. Al's main interests seemed to be sports, cars, auto racing . . . and girls. Suzie said the family considered him its "black sheep," but he seemed to get along with everyone and was really friendly to me.

21-year-old Kristin lived at home, so I knew her better. Suzie had always idolized her. She was as intellectual as A-student Suzie, but more religious; hot but unattainable. Kristin was dating Jim Oliver, a 25-year-old Episcopal seminary student, which scandalized some of her staunchly Catholic relatives. I was sure they were waiting for marriage. She was just like Suzie had been . . . until . . .

"What about your brother and sister?" I asked, kissing Suzie tenderly.

"Before I had my epiphany last week, Kristin borrowed my video camera," Suzie said. "She forgot to take the tape out. This DVD is a copy of that tape." She punched the remote and the TV lit up.

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Kristen and Jim were in a neat, unobtrusively-decorated bedroom. I guessed it was Jim's apartment. They were standing in front of the double bed, fully clothed, holding hands and smiling at the camera.

Jim was 6' tall and slender. His collar-length brown hair brushed his ears and he had a sparse black mustache and a closely-trimmed black goatee.

Kristen was almost as tall as Jim, with silky black hair cascading over her shoulders. She was wearing an unusually short skirt with a sexy tight top and no bra. The fabric hugged her heavy breasts and showed her tight nipples.

"Okay! Let's see some action!" a male off-camera voice said.

"Jim," Kristen began. "You know this makes me feel dirty! . . . Really dirty! . . . I like that! I've been a good girl too long!" She kissed him passionately, pressing her breasts into his chest and grinding her crotch against his groin. "Now, I'm going to be a porn star!"

"You are a dirty girl!" Jim gasped as Kristen fell to her knees, reaching for his zipper.

His stiff cock snapped up when she pulled his slacks and shorts down. It was a normal 1-1/2" thick, but 7-1/2" long, with a wide mushroom cap. It looked thin springing from the forest of thick black pubic hair that covered his crotch and dusted his balls.

The camera zoomed in on Kristen kissing, licking and sucking Jim's balls. He groaned with pleasure as she moved upward, stroking his shaft with her tongue while gently squeezing his testicles.

Jim's head was gleaming with pre-cum. "Suck my cock, Dirty Girl!" he gasped as she took him in her mouth. "Eat it like a filthy whore!" He gripped the back of her head, restraining her as he worked his hips. "Take it, Slut! My big stiff cock fucking your nasty face!"

Kristen played with her undulating breasts and pinched her hard little pink nipples, gulping as Jim thrust his tool into her mouth.

He suddenly pulled away with his penis throbbing.

"Such a filthy girl!" Jim cried, pulling Kristen to her feet and laying her on the bed. "Your nice white virginal panties are dirty!" he continued, lifting her dress. "You've soaked them with pussy juice!"

"Oh Baby!" Kristen moaned as Jim pressed his stiff pole against the slick cloth. "You made my panties wet!" She worked her hips, humping Jim's penis. "Yeah Baby! Feel my folds? Yeah, push me open! Fuck me through my dirty panties!"

Jim was holding his penis, pressing it against Kristen's crotch. The camera zoomed in on his big thick tool pushing the tightly-stretched cloth into her vulva. His cock-head rubbed her clit while his shaft forced her lips open and slid over her pussy-mouth.

"Oh Dirty Boy!" Kristen gasped. "Your Filthy Girl's going to . . ." She thrashed on the bed, humping Jim's pole harder than ever. "Oh fuck Baby! . . . I'm cumming!!"

"Oh fuck, Filthy Baby! Oh fuck! . . . Me too!" Jim cried. The camera caught the hot juice spraying from his swollen tip and being smeared on the smooth wet fabric by his rapidly thrusting member.

"Kiss me, Dirty Boy!" Kristen commanded. The camera pulled back to show her grabbing his shoulders and pulling him down on top of her.

They rolled on the bed for several minutes, kissing passionately as they shed clothes and fondled each others' bodies. Jim moved out of view, showing Kristen on the bed, naked except for black self-supporting stockings and her white panties.

The C-cup breasts lying gracefully on her chest with a tiny gold cross on a thin gold chain between them were bigger than Suzie's, with large puffy pink areolas and swollen brick red nipples.

"Filthy woman!" Jim cried, returning to the bed. What the fuck? There was a knife in his hand . . . He pulled the cum-and-pussy-juice-soaked panties away from Kristen's body and cut a small hole in the cloth. "Lying on your back with your legs open, wearing your dirty panties . . ."

"You fucked my panties, Dirty Boy!" Kristen said, putting her feet flat on the bed and lifting her knees. "Do it again! Drive your cock through my nasty panties and up my hot wet cunt!"

"Fuck yeah, Baby!" Jim growled. The view zoomed in on Kristen's crotch as Jim moved between her legs. The hole he'd cut didn't line up properly. With a loud ripping noise, he enlarged the opening with his fingers.

Kristen pulled her mound open. Her entire snatch was hot pink, from the tiny finger of her erect clit to the deep beckoning pool of her vagina, glistening with her juices.

"Here you are, Dirty Girl!" Jim cried, moving his erect penis into the close-up.

"Oh fuck! Yeah!" Kristen moaned as Jim's swollen head burrowed into her hot red tunnel. "Give me your cock!" Her tight hole was swallowing his shaft. "Make me your whore!"

"You're taking it like a filthy whore!" Jim hissed, driving his swollen prick into Kristen's snatch.

The camera moved around, showing Kristen and Jim from different angles and distances as he fucked her roughly.

"Oh God!" Kristen cried. "I'm your dirty slut! Pound me with your big hard cock! Is my cunt hot and tight enough for you?"

"Hot and nasty, Baby!" Jim replied, driving his dick into Kristen's pussy. "Just like the rest of you!"

The camera focused on Kristen's chest. She was kneading her breasts while pinching and twisting her swollen brick-red nipples. The tiny gold cross gleamed between her heavy flushed tits.

"Oh God, Dirty Boy!" Kristen gasped. Her body was trembling. "I'm your whore! Your filthy whore! . . . Oh God, your cock in my cunt! . . . Jesus! . . . I'm going to . . . I'm cumming! . . ." She screamed and thrashed as Jim fucked her until she collapsed on the bed, gasping for breath.

"Oh Father, I don't need forgiveness for this," she whispered. "It IS Heaven!"

Jim was supporting himself on elbows and knees over Kristen. He gradually lowered his body onto hers. Their faces filled the screen as they kissed passionately.

"Do we cut now?" the cameraman asked. Jim kissed Kristen tenderly and stepped out of view.

"No," she answered. "Just leave it on. It'll be easy to edit."

Kristen giggled. "That was wonderful!" she said, sitting up. The camera focused on her face and bare breasts. "I've never felt so free! It's like being high, but better! This is even more exciting than I'd imagined."

"Two years ago, I'd have felt like the Whore of Babylon for making this video," she said, unconsciously fingering the cross as she looked straight into the camera. "It's a long story why and how, but I'm at peace . . . with God . . . with myself . . . and with my sexuality!"

"I really am a slut, you know," Kristen continued, caressing her breasts and running her thumbs over her hard nipples. "I want . . . need . . . more than one man . . . more than one kind of sex . . ." The camera followed her hands down between her legs. She rolled onto her back to remove her stained and tattered white panties.

Unlike blond Suzie, Kristen was a brunette. She had a thick Vee of dark pubic hair which ended an inch above her vulva. Her mound and slit were bare. I'd seen pictures on the Internet, but she was the first woman I knew with a bare pussy.

"I'm going to tell you a story," she said. "It's a night when I'm young, my body is changing and I'm having all these new feelings.

"I'm in bed, lying on top of the covers. It's so hot I can't sleep. I remove my nightgown, but it doesn't help. All the heat is coming from beneath my panties."

"The priests and nuns taught me to be ashamed of my body, but I feel a rush of excitement when I pull my hot panties off and lie naked on the bed."

"My breasts are strange," Kristen continued. "They're swollen and my nipples are so hard they hurt." She was kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples. "I shouldn't play with them!" she gasped. "I should kneel and pray for forgiveness!" She raised the cross to her lips and kissed it.

"It's so hot between my legs . . ." Kristen moaned, sliding her hands down to her thighs. "Father, forgive my sins! I'm so hot and wet! Burning!" She ran her hands up and down her thighs, occasionally brushing a finger over her hairless mound.

"Mother Mary, please help!" she sobbed, caressing her closed mound and stroking her slit. Her eyes were pressed shut and she was breathing hard as she rolled her hips in time with her finger motions.

The camera zoomed in on her swollen pink vulva, with her neat rolls of purple puffy flesh in the center.

"Oh God, please don't watch!" Kristen cried, pulling herself open with her right middle and index fingers, exposing her hot pink female core. Her clit was still hiding beneath its hood, but her pussy mouth was open and inviting. "You're always watching . . ."

"Hail Mary, full of Grace . . ." Kristen whispered as she slipped the tip of her left index finger into her vagina. "No! Please help me be strong! Please help me . . ." She was sliding her finger in and out of her hot wet snatch. "Oh no! . . . No! . . . Noooooo!"

Kristen was writhing on the bed, fucking herself hard with her left middle and index finger while rubbing her clit through its hood with her right hand. "Oh God, please forgive me!" she cried. "My body! . . . I can't stop! . . . No! . . . Oh, my body! . . . It's . . ." Kristen screamed and thrashed for a long time.

She finally lay still, dreamily playing with her pussy.

Kristen touched the cross lying between her heaving breasts. "God, I did it again," she whispered. "You say it's bad, but you didn't help. Not you, not Jesus, not Mary . . . You just watch . . . I think you enjoy watching!" Her voice trailed off and she lay there, an adolescent girl lost in her thoughts.

Kristen suddenly laughed and sat up, a young woman again. "That was great!" she said. "The strongest orgasm I've ever had from masturbation." She giggled, a little nervously. "I was . . . uh . . . imagining this video on the Internet . . . millions of people watching us . . . me . . . Men stroking their hard cocks . . . Women playing with their tits and pussies . . . Couples eating and fucking . . . All watching! . . . Being watched like that . . . by so many people . . . Gets me SO hot!"

"In this video, I want to do all the sexual things the Church says are bad," Kristen said. "So far, there's been premarital sex and the dread sin of touching myself. What now?"

The camera pulled back to keep Kristen in the frame as she stood up to embrace the naked woman stepping into view.

Three weeks ago, my sister Angela and I had gone to a birthday party for Suzie's mother. Kristen and Suzie's older brother Al brought his girlfriend, Valerie Stone.

She was tall, big-bodied and muscular, with solid buttocks and big hemispherical breasts. Her skin was a rich coffee-cream color and her thick straight black hair cascaded down her back almost to her waist. Valerie's face looked like a portrait of a Spanish Angel. Even dressed modestly in a loose pink top and long dark skirt, she gave every man in the room a hard-on.

Valerie was a Physical Education major at Brooklyn College, working her way through school. "She's so sexy!" Angela whispered, pulling me aside. "She says she's a waitress, but I'll bet she's an exotic dancer. She just projects sexuality. Guys don't have a chance! Heck, I'd even change teams for her!"

The woman kissing and fondling Kristen so passionately was Valerie!

Valerie finally pulled away and faced the camera. Her big unsupported breasts were near-perfect coffee-cream hemispheres tipped with immense swollen brick-red nipples centered in areolas two inches in diameter.

Valerie tugged on her nipples, rolling them between her thumbs and index fingers and making the elongated domes swell even more.

"Do you like this, Al?" she asked the cameraman. "I can tell Jim does!" She giggled as the view swung around to Jim, standing at the foot of the bed with a massive erection. "Give him the camera so you can take your clothes off!"

"What makes you think I'm turned on by this?" Al countered. "I'm a professional!"

Valerie laughed. "I can see the bulge in your pants!" she said. "Give me the camera and strip!" The view jumped and blurred as she took it.

I looked at Suzie. She was staring at the screen as if hypnotized and she gripped my hand like it was keeping her from flying away. "Are you all right?" I whispered. She answered by relaxing her grip and squeezing my hand reassuringly.

Al was 6' 2" with a lean muscular body. He had Suzie's thick blond hair, cut really short. Valerie followed him with the camera as he sat on a chair to remove his shoes and socks. "You like?" he asked, standing up and peeling the faded-letter "Brooklyn" tank-top from his muscular chest.

"You bet!" Valerie replied.

"Show us the rest, Baby!" That was Kristin's voice!

Al unfastened his jeans, let them fall around his ankles and kicked them away. He was wearing briefs and his upright penis stretched the pre-cum-soaked cloth.

He paused with his thumbs in the waistband. "I don't know about this," he said. "I'm kind of shy . . ."

Kristen stepped into view and yanked Al's briefs down. His stiff prick was only 6" long, but an amazingly thick 2-1/2" in diameter.

Valerie laughed as she zoomed in on Al's swollen pole. "That's my mechanic boyfriend!" she said. "I love working his stick shift! Al, you're going to get a lot harder watching me playing with your sister!"

She handed Jim the camera, then took Kristen's hand and led her to the bed.

"Hold it, Baby," Kristen said, stopping at the edge of the bed and turning to face Valerie.

"Is something wrong?" Valerie asked.

Kristen answered by gripping Valerie's buttocks and pulling their bodies together. Valerie's big firm coffee-cream breasts pressed into Kristen's pale slightly smaller ones as the women kissed passionately.

"I love your tits!" Valerie whispered, kneading Kristen's breasts. "So soft . . . natural . . . hard little nipples . . ."

"Oh Baby!" Kristen moaned, putting her hands on Valerie's chest. "Yours are so sexy! . . . big puffy red nipples in wide chocolate areolas . . ." She plunged her face between Valerie's breasts.

My cock was as stiff as a steel rod. Suzie's neat little pale pink nipples in the center of her little brown areolas were longer and harder than I'd ever seen them. "Suzie, I'm so horny . . ."

She opened her legs and guided my hand to her vulva. Her mound was hot and wet. "I am too," she answered. "I want you to fuck me, but we need to watch the video . . ." Suzie pulled my probing finger out of her folds and closed her legs. "After that . . ." She gave me a quick kiss before turning back to the TV.

Kristen was going wild, licking Valerie's giant breasts and sucking her big hemispherical nipples. "Oh Val!" she finally gasped. "I played with a couple of girlfriends when I was young, but was never interested in women until I met you. Now . . ."

"Come on!" Valerie said, lying on the edge of the bed. The camera closed in on Kristen's face as she fell to her knees on the floor between Valerie's open legs.

Valerie's mound was two tall ridges of flesh with her dark brown lips rising from the valley between them. It was already slightly separated and flushed with blood. She moaned with pleasure as Kristen ran her tongue up and down her slit, teasing it open.

"Fuck Baby! Eat me good!" Valerie commanded, pulling herself wide. Her warm chocolate lips transitioned into her hot pink interior. Her urethra was prominent on a swollen mound with the folded flesh below it stretching into darkness. The whole area was gleaming with her juices.

After teasing Valerie's little pee-hole with the tip of her tongue, Kristen probed the dark tunnel at its base, licking and teasing Valerie's puffy pussy-lips, circling her outer edges and occasionally darting deeper inside.

"Oh Baby! That's so good!" Valerie moaned. "You're always so good!" Kristen slipped her middle finger into Valerie's wet pussy and pressed her palm against the dark woman's vulva. "Oh fuck yeah Baby!" Valerie rolled her hips, pushing against Kristen's hand.

The camera pulled back to show Valerie kneading her big tan breasts and twisting her swollen brick-red nipples as Kristen fucked her; first with one finger circling her pussy mouth and occasionally slipping in to rub her G-spot . . . then two fingers, twisting while plunging in and out . . . finally three fingers roughly fucking her snatch while Kristen rubbed her clit through its hood, making Valerie buck and scream.

"Oh God!" Valerie gasped when Kristen finally let her collapse on the bed. "You made me cum so hard!" Kristen straddled Valerie's hips to kiss her. "You're so good!"

Valerie and Kristen fondled each others' breasts as they kissed passionately. "Hey! I thought I was going to be the butch!" Valerie giggled.

The camera moved down for a close-up of Valerie's snatch. It was bright red, swollen and glistening with her juices. Her pussy mouth was gaping open, showing the hot red folds deep inside, begging to be separated by a big stiff cock . . .

"Move Jim," Al said, off-camera. "I'm getting that hot pussy!" After a brief blurred jumble, the view stabilized, showing Al standing beside the bed, lifting Valerie's legs to raise her pelvis and bring her vagina into line with his erect penis.

"I love my Mechanic!" Valerie purred as Al put his cock-head against her pussy mouth and pushed forward. "Oh God yeah!" she gasped. "Work your stick shift! Drive me, Baby!"

Suzie's hand was wrapped around my cock, stroking me as we watched Al and Valerie.

"No!" Suzie whispered when I pressed my hand between her legs. She was hot and wet.

"You . . . we . . . want it!" I answered. "If you keep playing with my dick, I'm going to bend you over and fuck you! Maybe even in the ass . . ."

"No!" she said. "Not yet!" Suzie released my painfully-stiff penis and settled back in my arms. I was intensely aware of her hot female scent as her body pressed against mine.

Al fucked Valerie for several minutes with a leisurely rhythm, making her moan with pleasure. "Don't stop!" she begged when he pulled out.

Al's cock was rock hard, gleaming with Valerie's juices and his pre-cum. "Get on your back in the middle of the bed," he commanded.

It only took a moment to change positions. As Kristen watched, Al knelt between Valerie's spread thighs. "Yeah, Mechanic Baby!" she said. "I'm ready for your big thick . . . piston! . . . Ready for you to drive . . ."

"Oh fuck!" Valerie cried as Al's cock slipped into her snatch. He resumed his leisurely pace, making her squeal every time he reached bottom.