(Note: All characters are 18 years or older. Philp (the narrator) is 19 years old.Sarah is twenty-one.)
She danced like an Angel from my darkest dream. Her tanned white skin was flawless like a brown marble surface. The sun reflected off her golden blonde hair as she waltzed under the hot Colorado sun.
God, how I wished I can claim my sister's heart.
I stared at my sister, Sarah, as she shakes her hips to some unknown rapper. Even from the safety of my basement window, I am too scared to have my sister spot me, and get the wrong idea.
Fuck, I wished I had enough balls to get over her.
I turned away from the basement window and lit one of my joints. I cough a thick cloud of smoke as I relished the T.H.C entering into my system.
As I felt my head becoming lightened, images of my sister soon filled my thoughts. I imagined her tight tanned body naked before me. I felt my cock hardening as pictures of my sister's c-cup breasts bounce with perkiness. What soon broke my self-control was her perfect white smile that made my heart skipped several beats.
I looked around the basement to make sure I am truly alone. Then I unzipped my pants and pull out my harden penis from my underwear.
As I stroked my cock to my sister's perfect body, I heard a gasped coming from the basement entrance.
"Philip Jay Smith!" Sarah said as she marched down into the basement. "I cannot believe what you are doing!"
I felt my whole face turned bright red as I tried to zip up my pants. To my horror, the zipper got caught on my dick.
As I struggled to not make a fool of myself, I heard Sarah giggle to my predicament.
"Serves you right, Philip." Sarah said as she reached for the bag of roaches. "Hogging all the pot for yourself. You should be ashamed for being so selfish."
I finally got my tool out of the zipper trap and put it back into my pants.
As I tried not to look too embarrassed, I noticed a lewd smile on my sister face as she lit the roach. Sarah took a slow drag as she stared at my pelvis with bawdy eyes.
If I was red before, I was burning up now.
"How is that behemoth of yours doing?" My sister asked as she handed me the roach.
I winced to my sister words.
"I am sorry?" I asked.
"You're penis, you dummy. Is it okay? Is it bleeding to death?"
"It's fine." I said as I inhale the joint. "It is still attached after all."
Sarah laughed at my unintended joke.
"You're funny, broski." Sarah said as she pulled up a seat. For a brief second, I saw her white lanced thong underneath her tight skirt. "I am surprised a guy like you doesn't have a girlfriend yet."
"Women are a little difficult to understand." I said handing her the joint.
"Then change your attitude." Sarah said. "Girls love a badass. It is what makes us go crazy. Acting all timid won't get you shit."
I decided to change the subject. I don't feel comfortable talking about relationships with my sister. To be honest, I don't want her to think I am a loser with women.
"How is your boyfriend doing?" I asked.
"I dumped his cheating ass." Sarah said. "The asshole cheated on me with a Florida skank."
I felt my heart beat with joy. As much as I hate seeing my sister being hurt, I am glad that Mexican dipshit was dump enough to cheat on Sarah.
"No fucking way." I gasped.
"Yes, fucking way. I caught him fucking that bitch in his own car.
"You think a goddess like me would get some loyalty from a four inch cocksucker."
"I am sorry to hear that." I said as I walked up to my sister and put my hand on her shoulder. "You deserve better than a cheating asshole."
"The correct term is taco-fag." Sarah said as she gives me a sweet smile. "And your right. I do deserve someone better."
That smile on her face destroyed any sense of rationality in my whole body. Her perfect white teeth made my beating heart dead still. Her devilish green eyes made me a slave in mind, body, and soul. Finally, her voice, that not even the Angels could mimic, made the decision for me.
"Philip?" Sarah asked. "Are you---"
Without warning, or even realizing my own actions, I kissed my sister right on the lips.
For a few seconds, Sarah's smooth lips, and the T.H.C., sent lighting blots of joy into my brain. I relish her hot humid tongue as I French kissed her with all my might.
When I stop kissing her, I saw a shocked look on my sister face.
Then, like water on an open desert, the pleasure evaporated and replaced with horror.
"Sarah." I said, trying to recuperate my thoughts. "I didn't---"
Sarah grasped my collar of my shirt and kissed me right on the lips.
Again, the powerful jolt of pleasure hit my brain harder than a tsunami. Everything in my mind was buzzing with joy as I felt Sarah's tongue wrestled with mine. Every movement of her tongue in my mouth destroyed any barriers, and intimidation, that was buried within my own body. For a brief moment, her tongue had more power over me than God himself.
As Sarah, and I, continued to kiss, I felt her danity hands reaching for my zipper. In one quick motion, my sister pulled down my pants, along with my underwear, and started to stroke my cock.
Sarah licked her lips as she began to cresses my tool with her silky smooth hands. She would spit on it and used her saliva as lube. With just a few strokes, I felt my whole prick expanded within my sister's delicate little hands.
"You like this, baby brother?" My sister asked as she licked her lips. "You love it when I play with your tool?"
I could not talk as Sarah's silky smooth hands paralyzed my whole body. With each stroke send powerful blows of bliss all over my body.
"Come on," Sarah asked as she lowers her head towards my penis. "do you love it when I play with your giant fuck stick?"