Sisterly Love

I never thought I would tell my story. My college roommate thought it would be good idea. He loves the story, especially the last part of it. He said it might help other people that might have experienced the same things I had gone through. I doubt it. He likes the story so he can jerk off to it, which he does. If he wasn’t in the next room banging the girl down the hall right now, he’d probably be looking over my shoulder as I write this and all the while jerking off. I think if the guy could major in it, he would. If you added all the times he’s jerked off in his life, you could multiply it by thirty and never be anywhere near me. Let me explain.

I come from a really, really small town. So small in fact there are no schools in our town. We have to be bused to the neighboring town. Life wasn’t so bad in the small town. I lived there with my parents and my sister who is not quite a year older than I am. I guess Mom and Dad couldn’t wait. Anyway we had the same group of friends and we always hung out. That was until high school hit. High school sucked. It might not have if there wasn’t a certain football player named Brad, who decided he wanted to destroy my life. I still don’t know why he did it. But Brad told pretty much anyone who would listen that he and couple of his friends saw me fucking sheep. It never happened. But no one seemed to care. And by the end of my first week of high school I was an outcast. All of my so-called friends dropped me. On more than one occasion I’d get jumped in the halls by other students I didn’t know and that didn’t know me.

Even my sister had to ask me if it was true—it was all over school after all. I told her it wasn’t, she believed me. She had not thought it was true to begin with. But to everyone else in school it was true. The school didn’t do anything about it; even some of the teachers treated me like crap for the lie. There were no other schools in the area, so it wasn’t like I could change schools. The nearest school was 50 miles.

So I had to suffer. Now a couple of things happen can happen to a person who gets this kind of treatment: (a) they snap, bring a gun to school and start shooting, (b) suicide, (c) they become a stronger person. I fell somewhere between (a) and (c). I wanted to kill everyone, but never did. Prison is a big fear for me, but that’s a different story.

By the time I was fifteen, I was jerking off pretty much nine to ten times a day. I was tainted goods and none of the girls would go out with me, much less talk to me. Even my sister’s friends would avoid me. My sister, however, was cool and would always include me her activities. We’ve always been best friends and could pretty much talk about anything, even sex. She even tried to pay her friend $200 to sleep with me. I heard her offer five hundred dollars and some sexual favors to two best friends if they’d sleep with me, mostly so I could feel loved by someone who wasn’t family. They refused. They didn’t want to be the ones who fucked the “sheep-boy”—that’s what they called me.

The nearest big city was over 100 miles away, so there was no chance of me getting a hooker. There was a hooker in town, but even she wouldn’t let me bang her. Oh, well, what’s a guy to do, right? So, I jerked off a lot.

One night I was in my room, late at night, beating off to a porn tape I borrowed from my sister’s boyfriend, he didn’t think I fucked a sheep either. And being a guy, when have porn, have major wood, have to spank it. I was getting into a good slow rhythm. I wanted the feeling to last. My door opened, and as my sister walked in, I tried to hide, but there was no where to go. I was on top of my comforter, so I could not cover myself in time. I know she saw my dick in the glow of the television. She said, “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. Do you want me to come back?” I said “No.” My hard on was pretty much gone when I saw her eyes widen and that look of surprise on her face.

“Do you mind if I sit on the bed? I’m not going to sit in any goo am I?”

I told her no—no goo. I have to admit I was feeling pretty uncomfortable. My dick was at that point where it could either way, shrivel up or go hard. And my sister’s soothing voice was not helping my situation. I thought for sure I was going to get hard again, and it would pop right through the front of my underwear. She had already seen more than enough.

“I’m sorry,” she started again after a long moment of silence. I thought she was waiting for me to say something… what do you say to your sister when she’s caught you jerking off? “I slept with Rob.” That was her boy friend—the one who gave me the porn tape.

“Oh,” was all I said. I didn’t really know where she was going with any of this. But when she turned and the television glow highlighted her body, I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples were hard, and then so was I. “You mean just now?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

“It was okay. I suppose it will get better the more we do it.”

“I suppose.” Like I knew. While she’s out getting touched, I’m in my room touching myself.

She talked about her first time for a few minutes then told me about the offer she made to her friends and that they said no. I had not expected them to. They seemed afraid of me for some reason—even though they knew I hadn’t with the sheep.

Then my sister said something that I never thought any sister would ever say, she offered to give me a hand-job. She said she’d given them to Rob pretty much since the day they met. I didn’t know what to say. She’s my sister. How many sisters offer that? (Having read stories on the Internet, I’d have to say a lot, and a lot more who offer more). She said it was okay and that she wouldn’t tell anyone. She reached forward and caressed my dick through my underwear. I went completely hard. She pulled my cock out and told me to lay back. She gently stroked it to make sure it was good and hard. She mentioned that it was bigger than Rob’s, a couple of inches bigger. Whether that was true or not, I don’t know. I could only go by what she said. As she slid her silky hand up and down my shaft, getting a little faster with each stroke, she talked soothingly to me. When she got to the point of pumping my cock, like a piston, she wanted to me to let her know when I was going to cum. In truth, I was pretty much read to cum the instant she started, but I held it for as long as I could. I didn’t want it to end. I finally let go and shot all over her and myself. My cum was everywhere, in her hair, running down her face, on the front of her shirt, on my shirt, underwear and on the comforter. My heart was racing about ten thousand miles a second. I could hardly catch my breath. She said something, but I didn’t catch it. My pulse was beating in my ears.

Sometime after I regained my composer and was once again aware of my surroundings. She kissed my on my forehead, said goodnight, and left. As I cleaned up, I tried to process what had happened. My sister comes into my room, catches me jerking off, tells me about her first time with her boyfriend, then proceeds to give me a world class hand-job. That was Friday night.

The next day, she never said anything about what happened the night before. I was not about to bring up the subject. We spent the entire day together, until she had to go off with Rob somewhere, probably to have sex again. We never talked about it.

When she came home from her date, I thought she might come into my room, but she didn’t. She didn’t pay me another visit until three days later. When she gave me another hand-job. After I came, she kissed me, then left. The hand-jobs continued. On average I’d have to say she’d give me one three or four times a week.

On my sixteenth birthday, after our parents had gone to bed, she came into my room. I thought all right another hand-job. (I was still jerking off all the time). She said she had a special present for me. She started to stroke my dick just like she normally did, then something totally unexpected happen; she slid her mouth over it. Her wet mouth felt incredible, unlike anything I’d ever felt. Her head bobbed up and down. I could feel the tip of my penis touching the back of her throat. I wanted to push it in further. I was unable to hold it like I had with the hand-jobs and blew my load. I had to put the corner of my pillow in my mouth to keep from moaning too loud and wake up our parents. She choked a little and some of my cum spewed out from her mouth around my dick.

“Happy Birthday,” she said. “I know you enjoyed it.”

I asked her if she would do it again. She did, the second time lasted longer, but was still incredible. This time she had me let her know when I was about to cum. I told her I was and she let me shoot all over her face. She rubbed my cock all over face and I nearly came again. Then she kissed me and left.

She didn’t come to me again for a couple of days. But the night she did, I was waiting for the blowjob, but it didn’t come. Instead I got a hand-job. I asked her about it. She said the blowjob was a birthday present. So I was happy to be getting the hand-jobs.

Fucking my sister had never entered my mind until the blowjob. I wanted to fuck her. But I knew a good thing when I had it, and I didn’t want to ruin it by asking her for more. I decided to take what I could get. And if we fucked, it would be her move. So, I went back to getting hand-jobs, sometimes she’d do it twice a day, if we had the opportunity.

On my eighteenth birthday, things change, again. I knew something was up when she came into my room wearing a robe. She’d always worn a T-shirt and bottoms. I had suspected that she might be coming to my room, so I was ready. I was completely naked and hard. She walked up to the bed and said nothing. She dropped the robe and she was completely naked. My jaw dropped. She looked incredible. Her tits were big, but not too big, and her nipples were perfect, dime size. My eyes traveled down her body. Her pussy was completely shaved. I nearly blew my load right there and then. If she had touched me, or a gentle breeze had come along, I would have.

“Do you like what you see?”

“Yes.” I actually stuttered when I said it. I thought, holy shit, this is it!

“Happy Birthday,” she said and climbed into bed with me.

He lay together face to face. She kissed me, full on the mouth. Her tongue parted my lips and touched my tongue as she pressed her body against mine. Once the shock passed, I kissed her back. I thought the moment had finally come. I started to slide my cock into her. I got the tip of my dick partially into her when she pulled away. I freaked. I thought I had gone too far. She said it was okay. She had something in mind, but not that. I have to say, I was disappointed. I wanted her so bad, still do.

She said she wanted me to please her. After all the hand-jobs (too many to count—I stopped counting after 100) and the few blowjobs, I needed to return the favor. She guided my hands over her body, showing me how to caress her breasts, nipples, and clit. I massaged her body just like she told me. First with my fingers, then with my mouth and tongue. As I did, she started to moan. I stopped, because I thought she was going to get too loud and wake our parents, but she told to keep going. She said she could be really quiet. She told me about how she and Tom (her new boy friend) banged with his parents in the next room watching television. She was true to her word, she was very quiet. But I was pleasing her, her entire body got really tense and she grew breathless. She whispered for me to slide my fingers inside her. I did as she asked. She was so very wet. I rubbed her clit, then pushed my finger deep inside her. She begged for two fingers, so I pushed two fingers deep, then three. I couldn’t get four in; her vagina was contracting too much. I thought she was going to break my fingers. She didn’t, instead she came. Then she told me she wanted me to taste her. We moved on my bed, so that head was in crotch. She told me how to eat her out, and I did it. She came harder this time and twice, one on top of the other. I thought for sure she was going to get too loud. She said she’d kill me if I stopped now. She came five more times, before she begged me to stop. She couldn’t take anymore.

I liked the way she tasted and developed a craving for her.

We were both covered in sweat. And she had cum on her back. Her back had been rubbing against my dick and sometime during her third and forth orgasm I came.

We held each other for about a half-hour, which was odd, because she normally went to her room afterward. We kissed. I was hard again. She knew it, too. She let my cock rest between her creamy white thighs. The shaft of my dick nestled against her clit. God, how I wanted to push it deep inside her, and fill her with my cum.

I got the nerve and asked her if we could fuck. I told her how much I wanted her. She said she wasn’t ready for us to fuck. She didn’t know if we should fuck. So I did what any guy would do, I begged, pleaded. After about twenty minutes she gave in. She rolled over onto her back, I climbed on top of her, and she guided my cock inside her. She gasped a little as I went all the way in. Apparently I was bigger than Tom, too. She whispered in my ear what to do. I followed her instructions to the letter. It never dawned on me to use a condom. She told me to tell her when I was about to cum so I could pull out. I did. And She let me shoot all over her tits. Then she got on her knees and told me how to fuck her from behind—doggie style. (I’d been watching porn tapes for years, I knew how to do it, but I liked having her tell me what to do.) She had me pound her hard from behind. Twice I had to slow down, because my balls slapped against her too hard. Her body got tense, I could tell she was about to come again. This time she grabbed my pillow and buried her face in it, because this time she was screaming: “Oh, God, fuck me!” I thought for sure our parents would hear her, they never woke up. In the excitement of “oh, god, fuck me!” I forgot to pull out. I blew whatever cum I had left inside her. I don’t think it was very much. When I realized what I had done, I tried to stop, but she kept insisting. She came many more times, I stopped after seven. Sometime later, she was exhausted. I was tired. I came a bunch of times and didn’t pull out. I think she knew it too. Because afterwards she said she forgot that I wasn’t wearing a condom. We collapsed into each other’s arms and fell asleep. Before I drifted off I noticed that the clock said it was nearly five am. When my sister had come to my room it was a little after 11:30pm.

When I woke a couple of hours later, my sister was gone again. Back to her room, before the parents woke, usually by seven, nine on the weekends.

Luckily, after the night we had, my sister didn’t get pregnant. We were both relieved. (My roommate thought I should change that part, say she did get pregnant—good drama he says).

After that night, the hand-jobs stopped completely. We fucked all the time. From my birthday until we went to college. Different schools. We hook up on spring break and holidays.

I know every inch of her body.

Since coming to college, everything has changed. No one here knows me as the “sheep-boy” and the girls love me. In fact the girl my roommate is banging right now, I banged her last week. She’s awesome. She’s not afraid to do anything, and I do mean anything.

In case you’d like to know, while I wrote this the girl’s roommate is kneeling under my desk right now and she’s been blowing me the entire time I wrote this. She is drenched in my cum. The cool thing is that she doesn’t care about my sister and me. She’s been banging her two brothers for seven years. Sorry, no pictures.

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