Sister's Acts

My sister came home about an hour after my mother and I finished having sex for the second time that day. She changed clothes and we all sat around and chatted awhile, then Donna turned to me and asked if I wanted to go see a movie and have dinner with her tonight, just to catch up and leave Mom to rest in the apartment.

Mom was all for the idea so I put on some decent clothes and we left. I felt guilty because I didn't like lying to my girlfriend/mother, but of course I wasn't feeling so guilty that I wasn't filled with anticipation at finally getting to finish that lightning-charged moment Donna and I had had last night.

"Do you want to have dinner?" Donna asked as she drove. I could tell she was nervous.

"Sure, if you want to."

"Do you want to, like, go in someplace, or...like, a drive-thru?"

I grinned. "Drive-thru. It's faster."

She grinned back at me, and laughed. "My thoughts exactly."

So we went through a drive-thru restaurant, then my sister drove us to a hotel on the edge of town, just off the interstate, where I imagine most people who stayed there were just overnighters, on their way somewhere but had to stop driving for a few hours.

We got our food and checked in, I could see Donna's hands shaking as she signed the room invoice, and she dropped the key, twice, so finally I bent down to pick it up for her. She smiled shyly this time and she followed me to the elevator, and we went up to the fifth floor.

I opened the door to our room and we went in, then closed the door and engaged the two extra locks. She turned on a lamp and put her purse on the desk, then slipped out of her shoes and her jacket. I kicked off my shoes.

"Do you want your dinner?" I asked, holding up the bags of food.

She shook her head.

"Okay," I said, and put the food on the desk.

We stood looking at each other. "Well...what do we do now?" she whispered.

Curiously, as sexually active as I'd been all day, I got a sudden rush of shyness when looking into my sister's eyes just then and I'm pretty sure I blushed. "Well..." I said, clearing my throat. She was, after all, my older sister. "...what do you want to do?"

Then she blushed, too. "Well, I don't know about you, but I want to do what we came here for," she said, kind of half-smiling with her pretty lips, a familiar smirk that traditionally meant, knock off the bullshit.

"Me too," I said, and I smiled back at her.

"Come here, Bobby-baby-boy," she said, using the old nickname she'd used when I was little, which used to drive me into a rage.

I wasn't feeling rage now. I went over to her, close enough that her breasts pushed against my chest, and she looked up at me. "Kiss me," she said.

She leaned up on her tiptoes and I bent down and our lips touched. It was, as before, electric. The kiss grew in intensity and within seconds we were kissing passionately, suckling each other's tongues and moaning into each other's mouths.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer to her, I put my hands on her waist, then my hands slipped around to her back, then down and cupped her soft round ass. She moaned again as I touched her, and I felt her push herself against me. We stopped kissing for a moment, breathing heavily, looking into each other's eyes.

"It's okay if we do this, you know," she whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Uh huh. Did you see the card I filled out when we checked in?"

I shook my head no.

"We're registered as Mr. and Mrs. Robert Hemmings. I'm your wife, Donna Hemmings. I could even show my driver's license and PROVE IT." She saw my jaw drop, and giggled as she held up her left hand; it had a ring on the correct finger, which she wiggled, laughing. I hadn't noticed it before.

"So it's okay, see? A husband and a wife can check into a hotel room and in the privacy of their own room they can do... whatever they want to do, right?"

"Yeah, that's right."

She kissed me again. "So what do you want to do, Mr. Hemmings?"

"Well, um..." I swallowed.

"Go ahead, say it. SAY IT."

I swallowed again, or tried to, then I said, "Well...uh, Mrs. Hemmings... right now, what I want is for you to take your shirt off so I can look at you."

She wagged her finger in mock-anger. "Look at what, Mr. Hemmings? Be specific."

Despite myself, I blushed. "I, uh, I want to look at your beautiful tits."

"Okay, Mr. Hemmings, you wanna see my tits? Your wish is my command," she said, and pushed me backwards onto the bed. I sat on the edge and watched her pull her blouse over her head.

Her bra was pink and her breasts were crammed into it and crushed together, creating a deep wedge of cleavage. She reached behind her and quickly worked the hooks, then pulled the straps over her shoulders and shimmied the bra off, dropping it on the floor, revealing her naked tits. They glistened and I realized she was sweating a little in her nervousness.

They were teardrop-shaped, they hung low like Mom's but extremely firm, and the nipples were chewable pink buds with aureoles that weren't dark, just a slightly reddish-pink rash around the nipple, not like Mom's, which were dark brown and very lumpy.

My sister had a few tiny bumps around the nipple, but it was the nipple itself that drew the attention, set in the dead center of her low-slung breasts but pointed just a bit to the side. Perfect. Amazing. Beautiful.

"What d'you think of them?" she asked shyly.

Staring at them slack-jawed, I said, "I think...if I ever got my mouth on those things I'd never want to stop kissing them."

She blushed, and smiled, and said, "Who said you had to stop?"

And with that she moved forward and slipped her hands around the back of my head and pulled my face against her soft tits.

Again, they were quite different from our mother's tits, probably half as big, if even that--though still very, very big--and they were firmer, harder than our mother's, there was really no sagging to my sister's breasts, or stretch marks of any kind, or the blue and red veins that streaked across Mom's tits like a Rand McNally map... the skin was tight and unblemished and perfect, which of course was to be expected for a twenty-one year-old woman as opposed to a fifty-six year-old woman.

My sister's nipples were a true sight to behold, they were much bigger than Mom's nipples, especially as they grew erect when I wrapped my lips around one of them and used two fingers on the other one, they got bigger and longer and redder and harder, so big and long they almost seemed to be trying to separate themselves from her breasts.

I couldn't keep the differences out of my mind as I squeezed my sister's breasts and nibbled her nipples, moving back and forth between them while her fingers played with my hair and my ears... my sister had clearly inherited far-larger-than-average-size breasts from our mother, and their general shape was similar, they were round and low-hanging but attractive, not sloppy-looking, but that was about it, almost everything else was different. I loved both pairs, of course.

But I'd fantasized about my mother's breasts, loved her breasts from afar for so long, and now over the last two days had grown so used to them that I had to admit (to myself, silently, of course) that I found my mother's tits far preferable to Donna's, simply because my mother's breasts had more character, more miles on them, more personality, they drooped and sagged and had stretch marks and blemishes galore but they were MY MOTHER'S BREASTS and no mistaking them for anyone else's... whereas Donna's tits, while beautiful beyond measure, were so perfect that they could have been created in a laboratory given a billion dollars to create the perfect knockers.

They were that, they WERE perfect. But they could have been anybody's.

Was this a problem for me? I felt guilty right now to be sucking on the breasts of another woman when I was committed (and so recently committed) to my mother, but did I feel so guilty that I wanted to stop?

My cock told me no, let's not stop, and so I didn't. I chewed and licked and suckled and kissed and licked those perfect breasts and giant nipples and my sister moaned and her knees seemed to be shaking while I worked, and pretty soon the pain in my pelvis as my cock strained beyond what my underpants were willing to give, told me it was time.

I reached down and unbuttoned my pants and pulled the zipper down, giving some breathing space for the growing bulge of my underpants. I popped Donna's delicious cherry nipple out of my mouth and looked up at her.

Gasping for breath, she looked down at me between her own breasts. "Let's get in the bed or something," she huffed, holding on to me. "I think I'm about to fall over."

"Okay," I said, and scooted aside so she could climb into the bed.

Her tits swayed heavily as she moved across the mattress and then swung around on her knees and looked at me. She looked down at the prominent bulge of my white underpants pushing through the unzippered hole in my pants and she laughed, pointing at it.

"Uh-oh," she said shyly, grinning. "My li'l brother's got a boner."

I nodded. "Yep."

She stopped smiling. "So let's see it. Don't keep me in suspense, little brother... Um, I mean, Mr. Hemmings, my husband."

I stood up and watched her eyes lock on my pelvis as I hooked my thumbs in my belt and pulled my pants down. My white boxer-briefs sprung free, pushing the lump out and releasing much of the pressure, though not all. I heard my big sister gasp, staring at it with her pretty red mouth falling open.

I let the pants fall to the floor, then, turning so I presented my profile to her, I pulled my boxers down and my long, thick hard cock bounced up, straight out, the reddish-purple mushroom head engorged and full. I saw the effect it was having on her and it turned me on even more and I took hold of my cock and rubbed it, just to feel myself doing it.

I felt totally in command right now, which was rare with Donna, she was a very bossy girl. How many times had she told me to go get something for her while she was lying on the couch watching TV, how many times had I changed the channel for her, how many times had I done her chores for her before Mom got home, just because she told me to and I was her little brother and she was in charge and I had to do what she said when Mom wasn't home, which had been often because she was a single working mother so she had to work a lot of hours. So I thought, time for a little payback.

"God it's fucking beautiful," Donna gasped, staring at it.

"Yeah. C'mere," I said.

"Oh, so you're giving the orders now, huh?" she smirked.

"Yeah," I said, "I am."

She scooted back over to my side of the bed and sat on the edge. I reached over with the hand that wasn't stroking my cock and stroked her hair and her cheek.

She looked up at me. "Let's see if this will fit." I pushed my hips forward until the mushroom head touched her lips, and kept gently advancing as she instinctively opened her mouth and the head slid inside her mouth.

She started to say something but I was still pushing forward and her mouth was now full of my cock and I just couldn't understand her, it just came out as "YoooyyMMMuurr," which I liked, so I pushed a little more in. Not so much that she would gag, but I wanted her to take more than she was comfortable with.

Her mouth stretched wide and her eyes bulged for a second, but I stopped pushing and she didn't gag and her throat relaxed and she looked up at me, her hands rose to take hold of my cock but I took her hands in my hands and held them, and began to slowly slide my cock back and forth, very gently, just a couple of inches each way.

Again she looked panicked for a second that she couldn't control how much she was going to take, and she couldn't swallow so spittle was dripping from her mouth as she tried to take me in, but she felt that I wasn't giving her too much to handle and again her throat relaxed. I felt her tongue on the underside of my cock, but her lips weren't working on me yet.

"Now suck it, wifey," I told her, and pulled my hips back a bit, and then she started getting busy with her lips and her tongue, and it was quickly evident that my sister had given blowjobs before, and was pretty good at it.

That was the thing about Mom, she was eager, she liked sucking me, but she'd had absolutely no experience at it, at all, none, other than what I'd given her in the car the other day.

The thrill of it, what made it feel better than any other blowjob I'd ever had, of course, was that it was MY MOTHER giving me head, that it was MY MOTHER'S lips wrapped around my cock. My very first word, I'm told, was "Mommy," and when I looked down I saw HER HEAD bobbing up and down, gobbling and licking my cock.

If not for that fact, honestly, it wouldn't be that great. She mostly just sucked me, suck suck suck, nothing fancy with her tongue and lips, and more than a few times she'd accidentally bitten me, and she didn't know about taking a short break to swallow all of the spittle that blowjobs generated, so I'd look down at her and her entire face would be covered in saliva, and her lipstick would be smeared all over her face and my dick...

It was a messy sight, to be sure. But she was learning. My hope was to eventually teach her how to give good blowjobs, because I really really liked looking down and seeing my cock disappear into my mother's mouth and her beautiful blue eyes looking up at me...

But in the meantime it was just the incredible fact of who she was that made it great.

Donna, on the other hand, had two things going for her. First, I was looking down and watching my big sister suck my cock, and, as with our mother, that fact alone made it amazing and wonderful.

But second, my big sister was GOOD at sucking cock. She knew what she was doing, and that changed everything. Plus, a third thing in case I didn't mention it, my sister wore glasses and she still had her glasses on while she was sucking me. Glasses had always been a huge, huge turn-on to me.

"Oh SHIT," I grunted as I felt her lips working on me, "OH SHIT Donna suck it fuck SUCK IT!"

She did. I heard her slurping away, but she clearly wanted her hands back so I let go and instantly her fingers were around the shaft of my cock, rubbing it at the base, while the other hand pulled her long hair out of the way and then stroked my leg and went around to grab my ass and pull me forward into her mouth.

It seemed Donna could take more than I thought she could. I gurgled and grunted and groaned my appreciation. Her mouth was fucking MAGIC.

After a few minutes of her magic lips and her miraculous throat, which took even more of my dick than our mother could, she pulled her head away, still rubbing me, and looked up with that familiar big-sister look of hers and said, "Now don't you be cumming in my mouth, baby brother. I'm happy doing this but I came here for something else, don't forget."

Nope, that was too much, she was forgetting I that was in charge. I smiled down at her and took hold of her head and forcefully shoved my cock back inside her mouth, causing her to make that "GgggLURMPH!" noise again and her eyes to go bug-eyed.

I fucked her mouth for a few seconds as her breathing came in gasps and her spit started shooting out of her mouth as I pushed, I knew she could take a lot of cock so I gave it to her.

"Hush hush," I grinned down at her, moving my hips. "We'll get to it, don't worry, I can keep going as long as I want. You'll get what you came here for, Donna. I promise."

So she kept sucking, and I stood and ran my fingers through her luscious hair and watched her face as her lips worked their way around my cock.

What a fine, fine moment. A delicious moment. She made lots of great sucking, slurping sounds while she did her magic, and her fingers rubbed and gently squeezed me as she sucked me, and I felt her tongue writhing around my hard shaft, she was VERY GOOD, and I groaned and felt weak in the knees.

I whispered to her, "Cup my balls," and she did, oh-so-tenderly, holding them with her palm and stroking them like silk, GOD she was good. I let her go for a few minutes, wanting desperately to explode in her mouth and see my milky cum dripping all over her lips and chin and cheeks and down onto those incredible, unbelievable breasts... but I was, after all, here for something else, so gradually, reluctantly I slipped my cock out of her mouth and grunted, "Okay, stop. Okay. Okay."

I took a deep breath while she looked up at me from the bed expectantly. "Take off your pants."

She unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them off, revealing her red lacy panties. She spread her smooth, long legs for me and it took me a moment to find my voice again, and I said, "Take off your panties."

She lifted her perfect ass off the bed and slipped the panties off, and now I saw her little shaved whisp of dark brown pussy hair and her beautiful rosebud pussy lips, splayed out before me as she spread her knees again, so red and silky-looking like ribbons.

I whispered, "Sorry, first I've just got to..."

And without another word I got to my knees between her long spread legs and slipped my face between her thighs and started kissing her engorged pussy lips, and licking them, and sucking on them.

My sister gasped. I nuzzled my nose between those two beautiful lips and exhaled, which tickled her, and she giggled and her thighs slapped playfully against my ears, and then I got busy and licked deeper and she stopped giggling.

Her breathing became ragged and raw and her pussy juices began flowing, and then they began flooding my face, I'd never seen anything like it, she was a regular geyser!

I looked up at her, propped up on her elbows and watching me work on her, and she blushed and said, "Sorry," and I shook my head for her to most definitely NOT be sorry and sank my face into those fragrant juices once more.

She gasped and squealed and her thighs slapped my face again and then I heard her grunt and she sucked in air and then let it out in a loud "WHOOOOO!!" and I knew she was having an orgasm.

I played with her with my tongue for awhile, and she settled down after awhile, her chest heaving with labored breaths, and finally I began kissing my way up to her, kissing her cute little bush, then her bellybutton, then her breasts, then her breastbone, then her chin, and then she was wrapping her arms tightly around my neck and holding onto me while she shoved her tongue as deep into my mouth as I'd just shoved it into her cunt, and we just kissed for awhile.

As she looked up at me with glazed, loving eyes I saw her own pussy juices glazing her own face, which was an incredible turn-on, and in that moment I knew it was time for my big sister to lose her virginity.

"Are you ready?" I whispered.

"Please," she gasped, and spread her legs wide. "Oh Bobby PLEASE."

I settled on my knees between her legs and took my rock-hard cock in my hands and rubbed it against her wet, juicy pussy lips. Back and forth, back and forth. A lot of fluid seeped from her. She moaned.

I lifted myself up and put my cockhead gently against her, and slowly, tenderly moved my hips forward until the tip had entered her.

She sucked in air and her fingers dug into my arms. I pushed forward and there seemed to be something gauzelike in my way, gently giving but firmly there, keeping me from thrusting forward. So this was virginity!

My sister moaned again and bit her bottom lip and I pushed myself in, carefully, slowly, not wanting to hurt her. She grunted and gasped and made several sounds that indicated she was in some small amount of pain, and I stopped.

"Donna, do you want---"

She shook her head firmly, her eyes closed tightly. "Go, GO," she whispered.

I pushed harder, she grunted louder and her fingernails dug deep into my skin, I felt the gauzelike barrier straining and I stopped again, feeling guilty, not sure what to do. "Donna..."