Soft feet padded down the hallway toward where I was lying in the rec room. I heard them pause at the door. I knew that she saw me. I knew she wanted to sit by me.
“Chuck?” her soft voice drifted across the room.
“Can I talk to you?”
“You can come in, but you have to be quiet.”
She slipped onto the sofa by my feet. She stuck out a tentative hand and started rubbing my legs. “I’m sorry Chuck,” she whispered.
“Kat, I don’t want to talk about it. You hurt me really badly. Why did you say those mean things?”
“I wasn’t thinking. I just reacted to the moment.”
“Calling me an incestuous pervert for no reason really hurt. All I wanted to do was kiss you and comfort you, but you acted like I was trying to rape you. I don’t think I want to be around you right now.”
“Please Chuck, I just wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry I said those things. I didn’t mean to, they just popped out of my mouth. My boyfriend dumped me tonight and I was upset.”
“That’s no excuse! You know that I would never do anything to hurt you. I love you Katrina.”
“What can I do to make it right? I’ll do anything you say, just please don’t stay mad at me. I hate it when you’re mad at me. How can I fix it?”
I couldn’t stay mad at her. She was in her first year of college and she was having a tough time with it. I was a senior and would receive my degree in two more months. I really did love my sister.
“I can’t stay mad at you sis,” I said, opening my arms and inviting her in.
She practically jumped into my arms. I was on the sofa and she spooned right into my arms. My hands were almost on her breasts but she didn’t make a move away from them. She was just happy to be back in her brother’s good graces. She spun around so her breasts were pressed into my chest. She kissed my cheek. Tears were running down her face.
I stuck my tongue out and licked up some of the tears. They were warm and salty. She blinked her eyes and smiled at me. I kissed her cheek. She nestled into my body and wrapped her arms around me, holding me tightly. I could feel my heart thumping on her breasts.
I was three years older than Katrina. We had a house all to ourselves, a product of divorce wars. Neither our father nor mother was willing to give up custody and visitation rights, so our father settled the argument by buying us a small house. Because of all the harsh things that were said during the divorce neither Katrina nor I wanted to stay with either of our parents. That was three years ago when Katrina was just seventeen. Usually she got along great with me but she had been distraught over being dumped and so had taken her feelings out on me.
My name is Chuck Mason. I am a medium sized guy with the build of a wrestler. I pumped a lot of iron to maintain that physique. I am a handsome young man, if I do say so myself, with black hair and grey eyes. The girls love me, but I have a hard time cornering them because of the house I share with my sister.
Katrina Mason also has coal black hair and a body to die for. She is short but sweet. She also exercises regularly to keep in shape. Unlike me, she had no problems dating the college boys. They always have somewhere to take her. She isn’t the village slut, but she isn’t a virgin either.
Now she relaxed in my embrace. She loved the way my big, strong arms felt around her. She kissed my chest and wiggled her hips, pushing her mound against my pubic bone.
“Who’s the perv now?” I asked with a smile.
“I guess I am,” she giggled and wiggled again.
I felt my manhood start to rise. It was right against my sister’s belly. I knew she would feel it and then she would probably run screaming to her room.
“Mmmmm,” she hummed when she felt my hardness growing against her. She smiled at me and pressed closer to me. “That feels so nice. I really am a perv,” she whispered.
I knew the situation was rapidly getting out of control. “Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this,” I said to her.
“I have been wanting to do this for years. I feel warm and safe with you. Hold me tighter.”
Of course, I squeezed her tighter, pressing my now rigid cock flat against her belly. “Maybe we’re both perverted,” I remarked.
“I don’t care. I love you Chuck. I want to be with you. I’m tired of college boys who only want pussy. At least I know you love me and want me.”
“You know where this is leading, don’t you?”
“You know we’ll probably burn in hell for it?”
“Decisions like this shouldn’t be made on a sofa. Let’s go to your room.”
Katrina got up and walked to her bedroom. I was right behind her. We sat down on her bed holding hands. I put my arm around her. She melted into my chest. Her hand stole up my thigh toward my hard cock. Just before she reached it I said, “You know there will be no turning back if you do that.”
“I know. I want to do this. I have wanted you for a long time.”
I leaned into her and kissed her open mouth. Her tongue massaged and explored, feeling every part of my mouth. She sucked on my tongue. I moaned and shuddered. My hand drifted up to her breasts. She shucked her shirt off. I leaned into her and sucked a hard nipple into my mouth.
She pulled my shirt off and unzipped my pants. She jerked my pants and boxers off in one motion. I pushed her back onto the bed and pulled her panties down. I looked at her pretty little pussy. The aroma of her sex was intoxicating. I tasted my sister for the first time. Her love honey was sweet and warm. I held it on my tongue and swallowed as much as I could. I rapidly licked her slit from asshole to clit. I tried to jam my tongue into her pee hole. I sucked on her clit and stuck a finger into her cunt, rubbing, finding her G spot. She whispered, “Oh god, yes, yes, yes!” Her hips were a blur of motion as she came on my face.
I was busily licking her clean when she said, “My turn.”
She spun around and sucked my cock half way down her throat. I looked down to see all seven inches impaling my sister’s face. Her nose was in my pubes. She looked up at me. I could see the lust in her eyes.
“I’ve got to fuck you now!” I murmured.
She reluctantly let go of my dick and spread her legs wide for me. I quickly mounted her and slid my throbbing cock into her. She groaned as I bottomed out deep in her pussy. As I pumped into her, she made little squeaking noises. We could hear the squishing, sucking sound as my dick pounded her pussy.
“Oh, Chuck,” she sighed, “pound it in me hard. Come in me!”
I doubled my thrust frequency when I heard her say that. The thing I wanted most in the world at this point was to squirt my whole load into my sister. I felt her pussy tighten around my throbbing cock. She felt my dick swell up inside her.
“Oh damn!” I swore softly as my load of semen shot out of me and squirted deeply into her. She licked my face as we wound down from a higher plane of existence.
My cum was coating the inside of her vagina. It felt warm and gooey and good. She loved the feeling of cum swirling around inside her and she especially loved her brother’s cum in her. My cock was still in her but it was shrinking fast.
“What have we done?” I asked.
“We have expressed our love for each other. It is natural and wonderful and I don’t regret a minute of it.”
My cock slipped out of her. I was still lying on her. I hugged her tightly and rolled over so she was on top. “What do we do now?” I asked.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m going to stop dating. You are all I want. I hope we do this all day and all night every day and every night!”
“As long as it is alright with you, I’ll try to fulfill your wishes. I love you Kat.”
“If we keep this quiet, we can do it forever,” she replied. “I have lusted after you for years in silence. Now that I have you all I want is you. Quiet lust. What a concept!”