NOTE: While it does not relate directly, this story follows chronologically after the story Angela.
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I stumbled home at about 3:30am, struggled to get my key in the door, eventually gained entry to the house, and staggered up the stairs to my bedroom. Bouncing off both sides of the doorway, I almost fell into the bedroom and collapsed on my bed. I was so drunk, I forgot to close the door.
I lay there for a few minutes trying to steady my reeling brain. It had been a great night out with the lads, starting in the bar and moving on to the nightclub. We had all got really drunk, been quite boisterous, and had a tremendous laugh.
In the nightclub we had bumped into a group of girls who we had proceeded to chat up and buy drinks for all night. There was one of them in particular I had been flirting with, a tall blond with huge tits. Her and I had met in the corridor outside the toilets and had a passionate kissing session, during which both of our hands had wandered all over the others’ body. The girl had me so turned on and gagging for sex that I asked her if she wanted to leave with me early. She had refused, saying that she wouldn’t go away without her friends.
At some point in the night, the girls disappeared, and we all had to go home without getting anything more than some kissing and feeling up with them. Who knows why they abandoned us? All I knew was that I was home, completely drunk, and horny as hell. I try to never go to sleep loaded with this much of an unreleased sexual urge; I had to free some of it or I wouldn’t get a good sleep.
I slowly and clumsily got undressed, and lay back on my bed to masturbate away the tension in my balls. Taking my dick in my hand I started to massage it hard, imagining the big breasted girl who had abandoned me in the club after getting me so worked up.
I lay there for a while, stroking away at my cock, taking my time and enjoying the release of the pent up pressure.
Suddenly I became aware of something. I opened my eyes slightly, and, in the corner of my vision, finally noticed that I had left the door open. But the frightening thing was that there was someone in the doorway, standing watching me.
Had I been more sober I would have jumped with fright and cowered under the covers, but I was so drunk that I just looked stupidly over to the doorway with my eyes widening in shock. My hand had stopped moving, but still held onto my slightly softening dick.
Samantha, my 18 year old sister stood in the doorway. Sweet young innocent Samantha, dressed in a knee length night shirt, her shoulder length red hair tousled and messy, her green eyes wide and staring, stood there watching me masturbate. How long she had been there I could only imagine.
In my hand, my cock twitched and stiffened. Behind the drunken haze where my brain lay, I wanted to be horrified and shocked, but I was actually really turned on by the fact that my sister was watching me. My hand started to stroke up and down my shaft again as I lay there and looked over at Samantha.
Her eyes never left my hand and dick. She stepped forward into the room, slowly, nervously. She closed the door behind her, her eyes following the movement of my hand the whole time.
She slowly walked across the room to stand before my bed, looking down at my cock being manipulated by my hand. My head was whirling; I should be jumping up, forcing Samantha from the room, hiding my erect manhood from her, and certainly not continuing to stroke myself as she stood there watching. But there was something incredibly exciting about the fact that my innocent little sister was standing there mesmerised by my masturbation.
Samantha’s eyes came away from my dick for the first time, her face raised to look at mine, and in her young green eyes I saw curiosity and amazement. As I lay there looking up at her, continuing my administrations to my cock, my head filled with visions of what her young body was like under that nightshirt. For the first time in my life, I had a sexual fantasy about one of my sisters.
Samantha lowered herself, sat on the edge of the bed, and turned her eyes back to my stroking hand. She reached out tentatively, placed her hand on my wrist, and pulled my hand off of my cock. She hesitated for a couple of seconds, my dick throbbed and bulged, then she reached out and wrapped her small slender fingers around my shaft. Her touch sent an electrifying chill through my whole body.
Slowly, carefully, but with measured deliberateness, Samantha began to stroke her hand up and down my rock hard and pulsating dick. I gripped a handful of cover in each hand, my back arched in muscle wrenching pleasure, and every sinew of my body tightened. Had I still been in control, my hand would have been moving as fast as possible for these final few moments, but Samantha continued her slow controlled action, dragging the end out and torturing me with pleasure.
I could see that she was getting tired, that her arm was getting weak and slower, her grip less firm.
“I’m going to come soon, baby,” I whispered, encouraging her that the end was near.
Samantha took in a deep breath, held onto it, and pumped her hand with renewed strength.
When I came, I did so with a force and volume I had never managed to muster before. The first wave of cum erupted from the head of my cock, washing over Samantha’s hand and wrist, running around her slender lower arm and dripping on my thigh. As Samantha continued to pump my shaft, tightening her grip to force every drip of fluid from me, every muscle in my loins tightened and forced all traces of cum from me. It just kept pumping out for longer than I ever remember experiencing, and it felt better than any ejaculation I had known before; the fact that it was my sister who was administering the treatment took the feeling beyond the physical pleasure it is normally constrained to.
Samantha sighed with a happy whimper as she released the breath that she had been holding.
When Samantha’s hand finally stopped moving, and released me, I felt physically exhausted. She had not only drained my balls dry, she had sucked all of the energy and strength from my body. I lay there a physical wreck incapable of moving.
Samantha looked up at my face again. Our eyes locked and she smiled. She slowly rose to her feet, turned and walked away. As she opened the door, she looked back at me, still smiling. The door closed and Samantha disappeared.
I fell asleep eventually, and my night was full of dreams of my innocent sister. When I woke, it took me a while to figure out if I had dreamt the whole episode or if it had actually happened. Half of me felt an overwhelming dread and guilt, but the other half was so excited and turned on that my penis was actually starting to stiffen again as I remembered the touch of my sister.
Samantha had just turned 18 a few weeks ago, and was a pure and innocent girl. She had never had any serious boyfriends that any of the family knew about, and she would often show a naivety and lack of sexual knowledge rare in a girl of her age in these days. Having had a sexual encounter with such a girl was an unbelievable turn on, and my male urges and instincts were to get alone with her as soon as possible and try to take it further. But she was my sister. As her elder brother by almost eight years, I had always tried to protect and shield Samantha from boys, who I knew were only after sex, but now I found myself in the awkward position of desiring her for myself. It was all very confusing and painful on my hung-over brain. But it was also very exciting, and the thought of innocent little Samantha and me getting together was getting my manhood quite hard.
I got up and dressed, and headed downstairs, feeling quite apprehensive about how Samantha would react when we saw each other, especially if our parents or sister Gail were present at the time.
In the downstairs hallway I could hear the sounds of someone in the kitchen washing dirty dishes in the sink. I peeked round the doorway, and there was Samantha, standing at the sink with her back to me, still dressed in her nightshirt, but with her hair freshly washed and tied back in a pony tail.
I noticed for the first time how sexy the delicate shape of her neck and shoulders were, how graceful the curves were down her narrow back, over her slim waist and hips, and down over her perfectly round rear. Her legs looked smoother and more evenly muscled than I ever remember seeing them. I was getting really horny standing there examining Samantha for the first time as an object of sexual desire, but I was still unsure about whether or not I should, or even could, pursue my urges.
I silently retreated from the doorway and continued into the lounge. The room was empty. There was a note on the coffee table. I walked over and picked it up.
“Gone shopping early, so didn’t want to wake you up. Will be home lunch time” the note read, and was signed “Mum, Dad and Gail.”
Samantha and I were alone in the house. I stood for a few seconds, my mind aflame with possibilities, my logic and sense, and rational reason screaming at me to get out of the house and stay away from Samantha. But deeper and stronger than thought, I had an overwhelming urge to go into the kitchen right now and seduce my sister. Get in there right now while, hopefully, she is still possessed with whatever feelings drove her to her actions last night. Get in there while she still has whatever urges it was she had last night, and take things further.
Suddenly all resistance crumbled, and I turned and walked into the kitchen, coming slowly up behind Samantha. She must have heard me, as I made no effort to be silent, but she neither turned nor said anything. She must have known that there was only me in the house with her, and she must know that I was coming up behind her.
I stopped behind her, reached out and put my hands on her hips, and could feel her small frame trembling slightly beneath my touch.
“Good morning,” I said gently, as my hands started to run up and down her flanks.
“Good morning Jack,” Samantha replied, and I could see her hands had gripped the front edge of the sink. Her breath was quick and urgent. I hoped this was excitement and not panic.
I used my fingers to work up her nightshirt, pulling at the material until her slender thighs were bare. I pushed my hands under, running my fingertips up her warm flesh, over the straps of her panties and onto her hips, round to her flat stomach and then downward again.
