Sisters Gotta Share

It normally does not freeze in these parts until at least mid-December, but Jack Frost arrived early that year, and we had an incredible ice storm the week after Thanksgiving. I was fortunate enough to work just a few miles from our house, but Sara, who had been out at a remote site for the day, was now stranded a good ways from home. She did not like to drive during the rain, much less over a hundred miles through ice. We decided it would be much safer if she were to get a hotel room and try to head back the next day.

I had left the office around noon, when it became obvious that the front coming through was going to freeze the moisture on the ground and bring more icy precipitation with it.

I was feeling a little frisky, so I decided to load an amateur porn video that Sara and I had made in the bedroom DVD player. We had made five of these, and they often came in handy when I was at home alone. I had just put the disc in when the phone rang.

It was Sara, and there was a distressed tone in her voice.

"I can't get a hold of Cindy," she said.

"She's probably in class," I assured her.

"No, Sandy told me that classes were canceled earlier this morning," Sara replied. "She's not at work, Alicia said she's not at home, and she is not answering her cell phone."

"I'm sure she's alright," I said, although I was starting to get a little worried myself.

"She's not a very good driver as it is," Sara added.

"Well, there's nothing you can do about it from there, sweetheart," I replied. "Get some hot cocoa, buy a movie, and try to relax. I will see if I can get a hold of her."

"Okay," Sara said, though I could tell that she was stifling tears and had no intentions of relaxing until she knew her baby sister was safe.

We said goodbye, and I immediately dialed Cindy's cell phone. It went straight to voicemail. I left a message telling her to call as soon as she got the message; her sister was worried sick about her.

I next dialed Cindy's apartment. Sara told me she had already tried that, but it was the only other number I really knew to try.

"Hello?" Alicia answered.

"Hello, Alicia," I said dryly.

"Hello, Aaron," Alicia replied. Her voice was dripping with disdain, but there was also a twinge of excitement that she could not quite hide. Her cruel master had called, and her juices flowed a little at the sound of my voice in spite of her.

"I see you remember my name," I said. "Apparently my last visit did the trick."

"What do you want?" she asked. I could tell what she was HOPING I wanted.

"Has Cindy shown up there?" I asked, deciding to keep to the point for the moment.

"No," she said, without able to hide the disappointment in her voice. Despite her greatest efforts, she was hoping that I had been calling to let her know I would soon be coming around to cash in again on the video that was now safely stored on my hard drive and two CDs.

"Do you know where she is?" I asked.

"No," she replied. "Like I told your wife, I have not seen her since last night. She was gone when I woke up this morning."

"So you have no idea?" I pressed.

"No, you fucking jerk. I have no idea!" she hissed.

"Calm down there, Alicia," I said coldly. "I have Dean Kramer's email address saved in my contacts. Do not forget the position you are in."

She was silent for a moment, then uttered, "Fine. But I don't know where she is."

"When and if you see her, you tell her to call me," I ordered.

"Okay," Alicia replied.

"If you perform up to expectations, I will reward you," I said coldly. Without giving her a chance to reply, I hung up and giggled darkly.

I paced about the house for a little while, trying Cindy's cell phone a few more times to no avail. Finally, I decided I would need to go out and look for her. I grabbed my keys and went to the front door.

When I opened the door, I stopped short. There, on the front porch, stood Cindy. She was wearing a heavy coat, and was shivering. The look on her face told me that she had been outdoors for quite a while, and she was obviously shaken up.

"Cindy?" I asked. "What are you doing here?"

"Can I explain inside?" she asked. "It's really cold."

"Yeah, of course," I said, moving aside to let her in. As she passed, I caressed her back with my finger.

I shut the door and bade her sit down. She took off her wet coat, unveiling a tight, white sweater that accented her perky breasts, and settled on the couch. I walked to the kitchen to pour her some hot coffee I had already made for myself.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Is Sara around?" she asked in reply.

"No," I answered. "She is stuck up in Wrendale because of the ice."

Cindy nodded as I handed her the steaming mug. I then handed her the cream and the sugar.

"It's really embarrassing," she said, allowing herself to smile a little. I could not tell whether the blush on her cheeks was residual from her time outside or the humiliation of what she was about to tell me.

"Are you okay?" I asked, sitting down on my recliner.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said, taking a sip of coffee. "My car's not."

I sat up in alarm. "Why? What happened?"

"It's okay. I'm not hurt, and I don't think the car is too badly damaged," she said. "I was driving, and the car slid into a ditch, and I could not get it out."

"Wow, you're sure you're okay?" I asked.

"Yes, Aaron, I am," she replied. "Just a bit embarrassed."

"Where is it now?" I asked.

"It's still in the ditch over off of Holland Road," she replied. "There is nobody out today, and so I just decided..."

"You walked all the way here?" I asked incredulously. Holland Road was almost a mile away.

She nodded.

"Jesus," I said. "Why didn't you call? Sara and I have been calling you all afternoon."

"I forgot my phone at home," she replied, rolling her eyes at how such a minor oversight could cause such major misfortune. "I was distracted when I left."

"Why were you on Holland?" I asked. Holland was on the opposite side of town from the university, and she worked at a restaurant on campus.

Suddenly, she would not look at me, and the answer seemed elusive.

"I was...I couldn't let...it's just that," she stammered.

"Cindy, come on. It's me," I said. "Spit it out."

"I was coming to see you," she said, and looked at me. There were tears forming in her beautiful bright eyes. I got up and moved to the couch next to her. I took her hand and put my other on her back, and lightly caressed it.

"I knew Sara would be out of town, so when the ice storm hit, I called your office. They said you weren't there, so I decided to come surprise you," she said. A tear spilled down her cheek. "But then I lost control of the vehicle and I was stuck in that ditch, and all I was so frustrated because I ruined everything."

I leaned in and kissed the tear away from her face. I put my hand gently on her cheek and turned her to face me. I withdrew enough to look her squarely in the eyes.

"You didn't ruin anything," I said, and then leaned in and kissed her. It was a gentle kiss; slow, but passionate. My hands went to her hair and ran through it. Her hands went to my chest and began caressing it.

She withdrew for a second. "But what about the car?" she asked.

"Is it blocking traffic?" I asked.

"No, it's pretty much completely in the ditch," she replied.

"Then when the storm lets up, we'll call a tow truck," I said, moving my lips down to her neck. "Until then..."

I moved my hand to her breast and lightly caressed the nipple through the fabric of her sweater. I kissed her on the mouth again, fully engaging her tongue with my own. She put her hand on my thigh and began gently massaging it through the denim of my jeans.

I put my hands underneath her sweater and undershirt and played with her breast, pulling the cup of her bra down enough to let me roll the nipple between my fingers, getting it hard and pinching it a bit. Her hands made their way into my lap, and her hands caressed the stiff bulge in my pants.

I pulled her sweater and shirt off, revealing a red lace bra. I looked at it for a moment, smiling.

"Wow," I said. "You really got suited up for me."

She smiled back deviously. "That's not all."

"Oh, really?" I asked.

"Just wait here," she said. Her girlish excitement made her seem much younger than she really was. She got up and walked to the bathroom. Right before she went in she looked back at me. "When I come out, I expect those clothes to be out of my way."

"Yes, ma'am," I replied, laughing. She shut the door, and I was undressed within ten seconds. This was easily the most anticipated sex I had ever had, and I was shameless about my enthusiasm.

It did not take too long at all for the bathroom door to open up again. Cindy stepped out wearing the red lace bra and a matching thong. She looked stunning, and my jaw almost dropped to the floor.

"You look amazing," I observed, my eyes wandering up and down her body. "Turn around for me."

She turned around for me, showing me her perfect, round ass. She pushed it out and bent over, gently sliding her hand across one of her cheeks.

"Very nice," I said, grinning largely. "Good enough to eat, in fact."

Cindy turned back to me and slinked to the couch. When she got close enough, she bent over and put both her hands on my shoulders. She lowered herself down, and we kissed again. My hands went to her sides and traced their way to her hips. As our tongues continue to dance around each other, my hands went back and cupped her smooth bubble butt.

I pulled her down closer to me, and she straddled me on the couch. We continued kissing, and my hands went from her butt up to her perky C-cup breasts and cupped them through the lace material. I lightly squeezed them and pushed them together, momentarily giving her a hint of cleavage. My mouth worked their way down to her neck, then to her chest.

I reached around and unlatched the bra, pulling it off of her and letting her breasts come free. I immediately attacked one with my mouth, rolling my tongue over the areola and sucking the nipple between my teeth.

Her arms were around my neck, and she was gently running her hands through my hair. I buried my face between her tits and squeezed them together. I could not believe that after all this time, Cindy was finally mine.

I pushed her down so that she was lying on the couch face up, and I knelt on the floor at her feet. I took one of her feet in my hand and began sucking delicately on her toes, licking between them and flicking my tongue across the pads. Cindy moaned in ecstasy, and when I looked up at her, her eyes were closed, and her mouth was stretched out in a content smile.

I traced my tongue up her left leg to her knee, where I paused just long enough to lift her leg up in the air and lick on the back of her knee. My tongue then continued its track up her inner thigh until it reached the seam of her thong.

I looked up into her eyes, and she was looking down at me with an adoring gaze and that same wide smile plastered across her full lips.

I used my fingers to move the material to the side, exposing her freshly shaved pussy. I parted her lips with two of my fingers and got my face close enough to it to feel the heat emanating from it and smell the sweet aroma.

"I have wanted to eat your pussy for so long," I said, looking up at her.

"I've been masturbating every day since that first night, closing my eyes and pretending that my fingers were your tongue," she replied, raising her hips a bit to bring her pussy closer to my mouth.

Not really seeing a reason to hold off any longer, I delved into her pussy, rubbing her clit and labia with my tongue in determined, long strokes. This immediately evoked loud, breathy sighs and moans out of Cindy.

I inserted a finger into her vagina as I continued to lick, and I began to pump it in and out. Soon, a second finger joined it.

"Oh, my God!" Cindy breathed, cupping her breasts in her hands and massaging them as I ate her.

"You like that, baby?" I asked between licks.

"Oh, fuck, yeah," she said.

"Then I think you'll love this," I said.

I sucked her clit between my front teeth and nibbled lightly, while my pinky slowly extended into the crack of her perfect, round ass.

"What are you doing?" she asked in an almost comical tone that was a mixture of shock and embarrassment.

"You've never had your ass fingered before?" I asked, pulling my mouth from her pussy for a moment.

She shook her head hesitantly. I could tell the idea made her uncomfortable.

"Do you trust me?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Do you believe that I want to make you feel better than you've ever felt before?" I asked.

She smiled and nodded again.

"Alright, then," I said, smiling greedily.

My pinky found the tight entry to her back door. Enough of her juices and my spit had flowed down to make a nice lubricant, and I slipped it in to her asshole slowly and gently. I continued fingering her pussy and licking her clit to complete the effect.

She moaned a little louder, and she began to writhe on the couch. Her hips rocked back and forth, and she began to press her pussy ever closer to my mouth, almost as if she were trying to smother me in her sweet mound.

"Oh, God I'm gonna cum!" she screamed, her eyes shutting tightly. "Oh, yeah! Finger my ass, baby! Eat me, Aaron! Eat me! OOOOOOHHHH!"

I flicked my tongue ever faster, taking her over the edge. Her legs closed up on the side of my head like a vice grip, and she howled with pleasure.

I eased the pace of my fingers, and my licks on her engorged clit became soft and soothing as she recovered.

"Bring that cock around here and fuck my face," Cindy said suddenly. "I have been dying to taste it again for weeks."

I swung my hips around so that I was straddling her face, my right knee on the couch next to her head, and my left foot on the floor. As I changed positions, Cindy pulled her thong off so that both of us were completely naked. She put her soft hands on my cock and lifted it up to my stomach. She hungrily inhaled both of my balls into her mouth and began massaging them with her tongue. I continued to lick on her clit and finger her wet pussy.

My balls popped out of her mouth, and she aimed the head of my cock into her mouth. I lowered my hips down and filled up her tight mouth, groaning with pleasure as she moaned loudly and vibrated my rod in her throat.

I began to slowly pump my cock into her mouth, sucking on her clit and driving my fingers into her deeply again. Her tongue did wonders around the shaft, and I could feel the head of my swollen dick tickling the backof her throat.

It felt so good; I had waited so long to have Cindy, that I began to pump my hips faster. She began releasing a gutteral grunt every time I pushed my cock in. I was on the threshold of gagging her every time, but I need not have worried; as if to assuage my concerns, she wrapped her arms around my hips, putting her hands firmly on my ass and pulling me even deeper into her throat.

As I continued licking her pussy, her clit became even more engorged, and I promptly sucked it into my mouth. Her hands began tightly squeezing my ass cheeks, telling me that she was nearing another orgasm.

Sure enough, within seconds, she was crying out despite my large, hard dick pounding into her mouth.

I took it out of her mouth and stood up over her. She reached up and began stroking my cock, a bewildered, yet predatory look on her face.

"Fuck me," she growled, her face overwhelmed by an expression of pure lust.

It was music to my ears. She was a wonderful suck, but I had wanted to fuck Cindy's pussy since before she was of legal age. I sat down on the couch, my rod poking straight up in the air.

"Come ride this big cock, baby," I invited.

She got up and turned her back to me, giving me a wonderful view of her beautifully round and full ass. She backed up to me, lowering herself down so that her pussy hovered over my aching cock. I elevated my hips to put the tip of it against her tight opening.

She lowered herself down onto me slowly, absorbing each inch of my cock until at last her butt was sitting firmly on my lower stomach. She exhaled loudly with a sigh. I shared her sentiment; all the frustration, the waiting, the obstacles...all of it was worth the sensation of sinking into my little sister-in-law.

"Oh, my God," she moaned. "It feels so good inside me!"

I reached around and cupped her breasts and began gyrating my hips against her.

She used her legs and hips to move herself up and down on me. My dick slid in and out of her wet, tight pussy, and my hands continued to fondle her perky tits.

We were fusing as one, it seemed. Each of us knew instinctively the pace that the other wanted to go, and soon she was rapidly bouncing up and down on my lap, and my cock seemed to get deeper and deeper with each plunge.

Her hands crept down to her crotch. Her right hand fingered her clit whilst I fucked her, and her left went further down, caressing and massaging my balls. My hands went to her shoulders, and I began driving her down on my cock harder and even faster, sinking myself in ever deeper.

"Oh fuck, Aaron!" she screamed, turning her head to look back at me sideways. "You fuck me so good! You fuck that wet pussy sooooo goo-oo-oo-ood!"

She came again, and I felt her juices explode over my cock, and she seemed to collapse, falling back and resting the back of her head on my shoulder. We were both drenched in sweat.

"Oh, my God, baby," she said breathlessly and laughed. "I've never come so many times before."

"I still got a little left in the tank," I replied, kissing the top of her head.

She rolled off of me and laid on the couch, putting her feet up in the air with a wink and a devious smile. "Well, come finish up, big guy."

I turned and positioned myself between her legs, hooking each one over a shoulder and once again sinking my manhood into her luscious hole. I immediately began pumping my hips hard and fast, enjoying the sight of Cindy's tits bouncing with each thrust.

Cindy and I looked in each other's eyes as I fucked her. Both of us were so content. I knew we both wanted the sensation to last forever. I put my hand on her cheek, and she pulled my finger into her mouth and sucked on it.

I was getting close.

"Here it comes," I announced as if to warn her.

"I want to feel you explode inside me," she said warmly, rocking her hips against mine and looking at me intently.

I did not even think to argue. With a glorious roar, I shot stream after stream into her hot, welcoming pussy. After the last drop dripped into her, I collapsed on top of her much as she had earlier.

The smell of her sweat and the feel of her hair on my face was comforting, like laying in that one special, secret corner as a child. I gently kissed her neck, and she wrapped her arms around me and caressed my back with her nails. My cock was slowly melting and shrinking out of her.

I rolled off of her and we snuggled on the couch for a few minutes in absolute silence.

When I had fooled around with Sandy, there had been no real afterthoughts. But lying here with Cindy, I suddenly became very aware that our relationship would change forever. The thought was exciting and frightening at the same time.

Thoughts swirled around my head, and I have no idea at what point I stopped thinking and started dreaming, but at some point, we were both startled awake by the phone.

I got up quickly and checked the caller ID before picking up.

"It's Sara," I said, looking at Cindy.

A look of dread washed over her, and with what I was feeling, I may as well have been looking in the mirror. I had just finished fucking my wife's baby sister. Would I be able to talk to Sara? Would she be able to tell just from the tone of my voice?