It's funny how the simplest little thing can have the most profound impact on a person's life. Unfortunately here I was going on nineteen, reasonably good looking with curly brown hair and smoldering brown eyes, yet I still hadn't learned to think about the consequences of my actions until it was too late to change the outcome.
Monday night I decided to watch television while sitting in my sister's favorite recliner, a decision that would change my life forever. I had gathered up the essentials; chips, soda and the remote then made myself comfortable with the chair fully reclined knowing that if Cassie came in she'd pitch a fit. She always did. I wasn't too worried about it though since I'd heard her tell mom that she had a date. Most people wait until the weekends to go out, but not my sister. At twenty she was kind of a wild child. If the rumors I'd heard at school were true, then my older sister was kind of a slut. Maybe slut is a little harsh, let's just say it was rumored that it wasn't hard to get into her pants and leave it at that.
But I digress. As I was saying, here I was all six feet of me stretched out in the recliner quite comfy in short baggy nylon gym shorts and a t-shirt when I felt the presence of someone standing behind me. Tilting my head back I saw Cassie standing there glaring down at me, the baby-blue eyes she'd inherited from mom sparkling with mischief. She was wearing dad's favorite blue dress shirt that she normally wore in the evenings to lounge around the house in. I guess her plans had fallen through.
"You're in my spot," she said, the calmness of her voice belying the bitchiness that lurked within her.
"Sit in the other one," I shot back.
Our living room has two recliners with an end table between them facing the TV with a couch and end tables set off to the side. She always had to sit in this one because she said it made her feel closer to dad who had been killed in a botched car-jacking nearly two years ago. It had been his favorite spot but she'd claimed it for her own after his passing.
"You're in my spot," she said again, a hint of a growl in her voice this time.
"For Pete's sake Cassie, just sit in the other one damnit!" I growled back.
"Move!"
"No," I replied turning my attention back to the television.
"Fine," she snarled then reached down and latched on to my nipples through my shirt.
Now I've had, and given, my fair share of titty twisters before, but my sister had to be by far the best at dishing them out. The pain searing my chest was evidence of that. Without thinking I grabbed her wrists and pushed her hands downward away from my bruised nipples. What happened next caught us both by surprise.
By pushing her hands down toward my waist she lost her balance and fell right over the top of me planting her face squarely in my crotch. The other thing that happened was her thighs ended up straddling my head leaving me staring directly at her crotch. Now normally I wouldn't think that that should have been a problem; she is after all just my sister. Unfortunately for me Cassie wasn't wearing any panties. I was left staring at the meatiest pussy I'd ever seen. Her inner labia were poking out past her furry outer lips and it looked as if she had the largest clitoris on the planet. And the smell! Oh my god! It was an intoxicating mixture of musk and floral bath soap that had my cock instantly stiffening. I was completely mesmerized by the sight and smell of my own sister's pussy. That is until she grabbed my balls through my shorts and squeezed.
"Let me up or I'll rip em off," she snarled.
Placing my arm around her waist I held her tight to me unwilling to let the sight before me slip away too fast. Besides she wasn't really hurting me, quite the opposite actually, it felt kind of good having her warm hand clutching my ball sack through my shorts.
"You gonna sit in the other chair?" I asked breathing in as much of her scent as I could.
"No!"
"Then I'm not letting go," I told her, my cock continuing to stiffen.
"I'll bite you," she threatened.
"Go ahead," I told her smugly, certain she wouldn't want to put her mouth on any part she could reach.
I was wrong. The next thing I knew she pulled up the leg of my shorts exposing my cock to the world and clamped her teeth onto the rapidly expanding shaft. Again she wasn't really hurting me but I yelped with surprise anyway. Instead of relinquishing my hold on her I did something that shocked even me. I pushed my nose into the slit of her pussy and latched my mouth onto the bud of her enormous clit. She stiffened when my tongue darted out and began to lick it. She pulled her teeth off my cock and began to thrash violently trying to break the hold I had on her.
"Oh shit! What are you doing? Stop!" she demanded, her thrashing becoming centered near her hips.
I couldn't stop; the taste was just too awesome.
"Danny...stop..." Cassie pleaded even as she pressed herself onto my mouth and began to grind against my tongue.
When she did that I intensified my attack on her growing clit by sucking it into my mouth and batting it around with the tip of my tongue. Even with her thighs clamped around my ears I could hear her start to moan. The sensation of my cock head being covered in something hot and wet suddenly registered in my brain. I don't know how long this went on before I felt her began to shudder.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh shit... Dannnnnyyyyyyy!" she screamed while bucking her pussy roughly against my mouth.
"What in the hell is going on out there?" we heard mom shout from the hallway leading to the bedrooms.
