Younger Sisters Are Awesome Ch 01

Aaaannnddd that should be the last one,

I thought to myself, the door slamming with the unintentional ferocity that only my sister Taylor could manage to nail. Four times.

She was staying at my apartment in Manhattan for the weekend because her and her friends were going to Gov Ball. I had no plans, and the last two weeks of heinous debauchery really had me feeling like I should be sober and celibate for the weekend, so I happily offered up the spot. It started off as just her, then one friend...then two. Now there were 5 of them sleeping here. And like any 23 year olds on a Friday night... they wanted to get fucked up.

"Ooookay so Tay, alcohol's in here," I said, patting the cabinet above my stove. "If you need anything, let me know."

I was already walking towards my room when the harmony of "boooooo"s began - I heard a "you're not going to drink with us?!", "we're so fun though!", and quite possibly a "lil bitch..." before I paused, quickly considered the substance that most of my great life choices were made of, and turned my hat around.

It was the Beer Olympics. We had split into 3 teams of 2 - first was Taylor and her friend Dana (5'2", tits for days, thicker white girl, straight brown hair down past her shoulders, currently wearing a crop top that read "Daddy Issues" with a stencil graphic of what I'm at least 60% sure was a girl giving Donald Duck head). Next up was me and Amanda - I'm 6'1" with a really athletic build. I was wearing a black beanie with a tight blue Captain America t-shirt on, and my pajama pants. This was my apartment - damned if I wasn't comfy af. Amanda was a 5'5" thinner caramel chick with comically short shorts on. Honestly, I noticed little else until later into the night. I'm an ass man. I did not pick her for her pong skills. The third group was Michelle and her on-again / off-again boyfriend, Vin. Vin was a chill dude, but bro was punchin. Michelle was a dime and she knew it.

I turned some music on, cracked open the first Bud Lights of the night, and let the evening's festivities begin.

Part 1). THE GAMES

Game 1, Beer Pong. Me and Amanda vs Taylor and Dana.

"Ladies first," I said, motioning for her to shoot first. She looked at me with a quick smile, eye contact on point, and stepped in front of me. I looked up, away from the mocha of her skin under the denim jean shorts. "Hit this."

She breathed, arched her arm back, and threw.

Whoosh

. Ball hit the floor, over the table.

"She's nervoussss!" teased Taylor.

"She's hammered!" yelled Dana.

Amanda rolled her eyes at both of them and turned to me. "Hit this please."

"Which one?"

She looked at me with a little "you serious?" before deciding that I was. "Front cup."

Splish!

"Easy," I said, not even hesitating as the ball splashed the water in the cup.

She looked up at me and gave her lip the smallest bite. Brown eyes. Damn, I'm a sucker for brown eyes.

Two cups to one. Final game. Vin and Michelle vs me and Amanda. Michelle missed her shot, but Vin was up and just as Amanda started to shout something to distract him, he shot. I watched the ball fly through the air thinking "damn that was pretty" as it fell. Into our cup.

Amanda turned around ready to say something, but I bent my knee and put my face right in front of hers. "Hit yours and I'll hit mine. Watch."

She did not seem convinced, but she turned around nonetheless and grabbed her ball. She breathed, she looked forward, eyes locked onto something, and she shot.

Splish!

She turned around with the crazy eyes, not expecting that to have happened. We knew the deal. Hit this to win, or miss and give the chip to Vin and Michelle. "If you hit this I will literally -" she stopped as her eyes dropped from my gaze, then slowly came back up my body.

"Oh yeah?" I asked.

She pursed her lips and nodded.

SPLISH!

Part 2). Nocturnal Emissions

I thought I heard the sound of my door closing, as my eyes opened quickly, painfully, and then tried desperately to close again with no memory of ever having opened. Hate that shit. As I turned to hug the bigger of two large pillows that I keep on my bed, I heard a faint giggle, and then felt something climb under the sheets at the foot of my bed.

"What the -" I started, but I got a gentle finger to the lips.

"You're welcome," was all I heard. I could see dark hair under the sheets as I lifted them up, but I felt my pajama pants get yanked down, just below my balls. I picked my leg up to throw the whole pant leg off. I felt a warm, gentle wetness on my abs.

Kisses

, I thought. Then a longer, more fluid motion.

Licking

. As I flexed my abs, I could feel my dick growing. In a crazy cascade of stimuli, Amanda touched the tip of her tongue to my balls and slowwwwly traced it up the entire length of my shaft. By the time she reached the tip, I was rock hard. My right hand instinctively grabbed for her head, not to push her down but to caress her as she licked me.

She continued to lick my balls and up my shaft, always dangerously slowly, giving little kisses here and there. She must have done this for two or three minutes before I peeked under the covers. Her mischievous brown eyes met mine, and she stopped licking, her tongue a millimeter below my glans. She put her hand on mine, slowly, ever so slowly, and cuddled her head into me without breaking eye contact. "Are you ready?" she whispered.

I nodded. I had no smooth lines, nothing. My body was reacting purely on instinct - this girl has gotten me SO HARD so easily... I wasn't even totally sure what she was asking me.

She opened her mouth, moved it over the head of my dick, and swallowed me. Not like swallowed the tip and then choked her way down slowly, no. She slid seven and a half inches of girthy fucking meat down her throat in one motion,

never breaking the fucking eye contact

.

"Don't move," I whispered, abs tensing and both of my hands grasping the back of her head. I'm not sure if there was understanding or confusion in her eyes at that point because mine were closed, teeth clenched, trying my hardest to not feed this girl the entire contents of my balls, forcefully. They squirmed, I clenched, and still she stayed down on me. Until my hands relaxed, and I let her come up for air.

"You okay?" she whispered, drooling and her hand jerked me slowly.

"I almost fed you breakfast," I said, laughing. "And lunch."

She jerked slowly. "Good," she said. "Because I'm hungry." Her hand twisted when it got to the top, to my head. "But let's let this marinate..." She popped my glistening head into her mouth and sucked gently, softly, slowly... one of her hands tracing the outline of my abs and the other cupping my balls. This was insane. I squirmed a bit and gripped the side of my bedsheets like I was on Kingda-Ka.

"Mark?" My lights turned on. "You awake?" It was Taylor. '

Holy fuck what do I do

' ran through my head, as I looked at my sister, feigning grogginess. My right hand gripped the back of Amanda's head and hair. My left was on top of hers, on my stomach. Neither of us breathed.

"Wh- What's up?" I asked, putting my hand up over my eyes.

She looked at me, gave a quick glance around, eyes focused on the bathroom door. Closed. Lights on, underneath. "Amanda?" she asked, nodding towards the door.

I made a quick throw-up gesture, waved at her to turn the lights off, and she sighed. "Goodnight."

Click.

Door closed.

I picked up the sheet.

"I can feel your heartbeat in your dick," she said.

"I can feel your... yes I can also feel my heartbeat in my dick," I agreed. She giggled and licked my length.

"That was smooth," she whispered.

"Swallow that." I said, looking her dead in the eyes. "Slowly."

"Yes, sir." She winked at me, and as she opened her mouth I let the covers fall. I was about to brave the oncoming storm and honestly I knew I wouldn't survive any further visuals for this one.

All at once, it was so warm. And wet. She put me down her throat, all of me. I heard a light gag, a quick rally, and then her tongue is licking my balls while I'm in inside her.

Fuck

. She comes up, tongue riding closely, under me, coaxing a monstrous release. Back down. Effortless. I hear the "guuckck" and now both of her hands, ten acrylic nails, grab my abdomen, then move to my hips.

She's insatiable

. Back up, an audible breath, and then right back down. She bobs from full deepthroat to about three quarters a couple of times, and my eyes roll back. My hands grip the sides of her head hard, guiding her, as I begin to lightly thrust. Two thrusts in and my hands are back to clinging onto the bedsheets for dear fucking life. I feel her nails, those little daggers of pleasure, leave my hips and, searching for a moment, trap my hands on the sides of the bed.

Oh my god

. I feel the jump coming, that absolute cliff that you cannot come back from. Our fingers intertwined, the deepthroating continued, with excruciating emphasis on my size. It took five or six complete swallows before I lost it. I tried my best to time it. Her mouth was on its way down, past the head, halfway to my base, just past halfway now, and I let go. I couldn't help but moan softly as I felt my balls physically propel upward, unloading cum down her throat. To this angel's credit, she coughed, but damnit she kept going down. I pumped what felt like the entire contents of my balls, and the balls of all my ancestors before me, directly into her twenty three year old stomach. After I was finished she stayed there for a while, and I could feel her swallowing. She didn't even bother to get off me first. Then, she takes me out, kisses my tip, my thigh, and I hear a "You're so welcome," before I feel her move, and then hear my door close.

Fuck.