It was a surprise, to say the least. My mom, nearly 40, was having another baby. Even more frustrating, it was her 4th husband. So, at 19 years old, I had a new, baby sister. I did not really think much about it on a daily basis, I was off to college, so out of sight, out of mind.
I did help around with the new baby sister when I was home. And it was actually very fun. I even had people tell me what a great daughter I had when we were out on occasion. I gave up explaining it was my baby sister, and let it ride. Over the years, I never really thought about it much. During summers off from college, I had to babysit often during the morning hours when my mom opened our little small town cafe.
After college, I got married, and started my own life. My mom and her new husband raised Cathy. She was neither athletic, brainy, or college bound. She lived at home until her early twenties, married, and started her life, having three daughters starting at 24. Mom died years ago. Her dad came to live with my sister and her family. He died several months back. All of a sudden, I have become a primary force in her life. While her husband has been good to her, she has not had an easy life. Recently, my business sold, and years ago as I had set aside a small equity position for each of my siblings, she now has tremendous wealth set up as a trust for her and the family.
Our relationship has changed drastically. I now see her often. She is rather a big woman, standing 5'10" tall, a BBW that typically would not interest me in the slightest. But with age changing sex patterns in my wife, a hug from my bit titted sister sent shock waves thru my manhood. As she pressed to me, I could feel her tits mashed firmly too my body. And as I leaned to hug her firmly, I playfully nipped at the skin on the nape of her neck. I literally felt her melt to my body, pressed against me firmly. My hips arched slightly to her, and she pressed back. My cock hardened quickly.
Surprised, I stepped back, our eyes locking. Nothing was said, a quick inhale of breath said volumes. I glanced around, nobody else observed our looks, our response to the hug.
I became obsessed. I wanted to feel sexual again. I wanted to feel lust again. Was it in my mind? Had she felt the same way? When ever I would see her, I longed to take her aside, hug her again, press my body to hers. Our touches became longer, our bodies brushed more often, everything seemed moving in slow motion toward a sexual encounter. I started having fantasies, having her quickly, taking her hard, trying to imagine a BBW, trying to visualize my cock in her mouth, her lips locked softly around a slick, saliva covered shaft, her eyes locked to mine. I masturbated almost daily, cumming so sweetly to her face, her cunt, he tits wrapped around my rigid cock. I could picture each act, each thrust, each orgasm easily.
Being a touchy person gave way to more and more opportunity to let my fingers linger on her neck, more chance for hands on her hips, leading to more and more lust with every visit. Even her girls sitting on my lap gave me thought of sex with their mom. I even started visiting her more often, earlier in the morning on my way to the office as the girls left for school. Cathy knew, I knew we were heading for a showdown occurrence soon.
One morning, as I entered the kitchen, Cathy was bent over the center island in her bath robe. The girls were at the table, having breakfast. I walked behind Cathy, saddled up to her backside, took each hip in hand, and pressed my crotch to her. Her legs parted, her feet widened. Softly, deliberately, I pressed to her, my cock hardening. Her hips swayed slowly, back arching slightly. I reached down, lifted her robe up her ass, exposing her naked flesh. My cock hardened to full staff instantly.
"Oh fuck Cathy," I whispered softly. I pushed the front of my shorts down, fisted my hard cock, pressed to her, sliding my cock between her legs, hitting her cunt directly. Wiggling the head, it penetrated her lips, I shoved forward, grabbing each hip bone, pulling firmly. A deep groan shook her body as my cock invaded her depths.
"Jesus Rich," she muttered. I watched the girls at the table, happily having their French toast. I pressed to Cathy hard, burying my cock balls deep in her soaked depths. I stood, afraid to move, afraid to make any noise. Her 14 year old daughter glanced our way, oblivious to what we were doing. I froze. Her hot, wet cunt sucked me deeper, hips arching to give me more access to her cunt. I pushed away, and pulled my body to her again, my cock exploding into her body. My knees buckled slightly. My cock exploded, cum jettisoning into her depths. My eyes clamped shut, my teeth clenched with each spurt. Just as quickly as I had taken her, my cock shrank, hanging limp pressed in the crack of her ass. Stepping back slightly, I reached to pull my shorts up as unnoticed as possible, dropping her robe. Cathy did not move, or even acknowledge my movement around the island to tussle the hair on the youngest baby girl. I took a seat.
"Hey little sister, can I have some coffee," I asked somewhat shakily.
"Seems you can have anything you want," she responded coyly, a big grin covering her face. "I definitely want more," her voice trailed, an air laden innuendo.
"I'll give you more," I responded playfully. Now, our eyes locked.
"Hurry girls, almost time for the bus," she addressed the girls.
Within minutes, the girls were gone. Bill, Cathy's husband was hard at work. And I now had Cathy all to myself.
"Coming big brother," Cathy asked as she headed toward the master bedroom. "I want a shower, and I want you," she stated, waving for me to follow. Reaching her bedroom, Cathy dropped the robe, her nakedness showing a tanned body and white cheeks of her rather large, plump butt. "Coming," she inquired. I stripped from my clothes quickly, following her into the shower. I stood, watching her soap her hands, and begin to wash her body.
