Date with Little Sister (Inc, Bro / Sis)

I was devastated, but I shouldn’t have been when I caught Natali
who I dated for over two years with her boss - with his pants
down below his knees. I froze, blinked and looked again to be
certain that he head bob at his cock belonged to Nat, not anyone
else. Buttons on her blouse were opened, her bra was pushed down
below her breasts and the whey she knelt in front of him, had her
skirt risen all the way up, exposing her thighs. I bit my teeth
in utter disgust, realizing the girl that I dated hoping to marry
soon was sucking her bosses cock, right in his office. I turned
and walked away.

That day, Nat had told me that she had to complete an important
presentation for her boss and she would be few hours late from
work. Having work of my own that I wanted to complete, I promised
to wait for her till she was done for the day, but it so happened
that I completed my work by 6 pm and just decided to go up to
Nat’s floor to wait till she was done.

Without giving any thoughts, I came to the conclusion that our
relationship must end that very same day. However, I waited in my
office for Nat to tell her what I saw and end the relationship
gracefully as possible.

When Nat showed up, it was almost 7 pm, I pondered how many loads
of her bosses cum she sucked up or has been deposited in slut’s
pussy. When I told her that I wanted to end the relationship with
her due to what I saw, Nat first blushed and then her blush
quickly turned to anger.

“Look Brandon, I wasn’t virgin when you met me” she fumed “If you
can’t deal with it, go rob a baby girl from a cradle” she yelled
and walked away. I sighed in relief – not going too far with her
to tie the knot.

First, folks at the office became suspicious that something may
have gone wrong between me and Nat. Few asked questions and I
know I told part of the story to only one or two good friends,
but soon the entire floor knew that I had dumped Nat, but only
few knew why.

Actually, the only person I told the entire story to was my
sister Alicia.

It wasn’t as I was looking to vent or wanting sympathy. Saturday
following the breakup with Nat, I had nothing to do. I wasn’t in
the mood to go to a single bar or hangout with friends. Since Ali
now goes to the same university, about 30 miles from the big city
where I work, I decided to take drive to have lunch with her. I
also knew that I would run into few acquaintance there and
perhaps even get to meet few fresh faces, just like the old days.
Since Ali didn’t have any plans that evening, we had lunch as
planned, then strolled around the U and finally wound up taking
her out to dinner as well. When the topic of Nat came, I was
already under the influence of few drinks and words just slipped
out.

“What a bitch” Ali said squeezing my hand that was on the dinner
table. “You deserve someone pure, honest and educated, not a slut
like that bitch” Ali said and I noticed her eyes were watery as
she was ready to cry, but she smiled instead.

When I dropped Ali at her student housing, she said “You can come
back next weekend if you don’t have other plans, we can hangout
here or go somewhere and do something together like the old days”
“I can’t next weekend. I have to go to Jacks wedding”

“Ahh… yes, I remember you telling me that. Who are you going
with, Not Nat I hope”

“Are you mad? No, no... I don’t have anyone to take… I guess I’ll
go alone”

“I’d go if you ask” Ali said quickly and added “Maybe not, it’ll
be too expensive to you to take me” she frown even before I
answered her.

“No, No, really. Would you go with me to Jack’s wedding? I would
love to take you”

“Right?” Ali smiled “besides taking someone, you want to show off
Nat, right?’

“Not really, but yes. If that makes sense. Would you come?”

“I’d love to… Beside I want to see that slut… Nat and make her
envious…Yes, but I have no dresses here to wear to a wedding and
no money to do other girly stuff, if you know what I mean” she
smiled showing her interest, yet I saw some sadness in her eyes
indicative of her inability to go without proper attire.

“What if you buy a new dress? On me… Any dress you like?”

“I can’t tax you for helping you. Let me think”

I wanted Ali to come with me to the wedding, of course for
selfish reasons. Although I had no issues paying for a dress to
her to wear, I did not want my little sister to think that I
badly needed her to show off Nat under the circumstances.  That
would be bad…

I spent few minutes trying to persuade her to take the money, she
hesitated for a while and then finally agreed to buy whatever she
absolutely needed using the money and she said “I’ll keep that
under couple of hundred dollars and I’ll do my own makeup”  I
left after agreeing to pick her up following Saturday midmorning.


“Puck me up my no one” She requested.

I did just that on Saturday. Ali talked all the way to my place
about the dress that she found on sale, how lucky she was to be
able to borrow a pair of shoes from a friend that matched the
dress, etc. I tried to hear her, but my mind was pre-occupied
with the wedding reception at all times, debating I should even
go, knowing that Nat would definitely be there and the atmosphere
could be awkward. True Nat works at the same office complex, but
because we are in different divisions and floors, we never ran
into each other often, otherwise if it happened to be a
preplanned.

“Do you really want to go with me tonight?” I finally asked
interrupting string of words that escaped Ali’s mouth.

“Hey, relax… Yes, you are going tonight and I am going with you.
Let’s just have some fun ok” she smile “let’s get over this Nat
phobia once and for all today, ok”

“Ok…” I hissed suspecting that Ali had the ability to read my
mind

I showered first. Ali rushed in as I walked off saying “I need
bit more time in here than you” and knowing the female nature, I
fully expected that. Good 45 minutes later, Ali ran into my
bedroom while I was in the living area, apologizing for the
delay.

“All I have to do is now to get dress. Won’t be too long”

“You don’t have to rush, but we have a long drive” I reminded her
without bothering to turn my head. Another 30 minutes later, Ali
appearance from my bedroom, where she had been dressing. What an
appearance… I bit my lip ogling the gorgeous woman who stood
before my eyes.

Black knee length dress, lace covering her chest to neck and
pleated just below her hip. Back was completely covered with
black sheer material, but zipped to back of her neck. She wore no
pantyhose’s making her ivory legs seem as the gleamed due to the
contrast. As she walked towards me, slightly parted front of her
dress spread a little, reveling lower part of her creamy thighs
that were flawless. Those thighs that I used to adore years back.
Very elegant black shoes with a small heel made her hips sway as
she walked, something that I hadn't seen in her before.

“WOW Ali, you look stunning!” I managed to say, while still
sipping more of her good looks through my eyeballs. I have never
seen her wear any make up, nor a formal dresses ever since her
junior high school days, but regardless of how she dressed, she
always looked so pure and innocent. Growing up, she had bit of
tom boyishness in her. She loved to get dirty and doesn't mind
playing sports with the guys. She took best of both worlds those
days I guess sometimes acting like a boy, climb trees, playing
rough and other times   playing house or playing with dolls. But
the girl who stood there was none of them. Completely a different
creature who looked so seductive, sexy and innocent at the same
time.

I glared at my gorgeous sister as my "date" took my hand and led
her to my car. As we hit the road, it immediately struck me that
not only her attire and looks changed, her behavior also changed
drastically with her new look. She deliberately chose words to
speak and spoke in a very sexy tone. When she turned and placed
her lips on my right check, giggled and wiped lipsticks off my
checks, I felt like I was on a date with a new girl, not my own
sister.

“You look stunningly beautiful Ali” I complemented her

“Umm… I am not Ali or sis for you tonight. I am Alicia, your
girlfriend” she chuckled to remind me.

We arrived at the reception, went inside hand in hand as lovers,
and headed to the patio where hors d'oeuvres and drinks were
severed prior to dinner.

"What would you like Ali? Do you care for a soda or something" I
asked and Ali giggled saying "Alicia prefers to chase her tequila
shorts with Sprite, but she'll be a lady tonight - a tequila
sunrise would be wonderful”

I had to laugh remembering that Ali was no longer a little girl,
plus my stupid for calling her Ali.

"Yes, indeed... tequila sunrise for my lady"

We sipped our drinks and mixed with folks that I knew from the
office. The very first time that I had to introduce Ali to a
friend, I had to pause and think quickly if I had told anyone
about my sister Alicia or if anyone has seen her before. Of
course not. I had always referred to her as my sister going to
the U. but I felt strange whenever I or someone else referred to
Ali as Brandon's date or as Brandon's girlfriend. However,
alcohol was able to settle my nerves and Ali played along just
fine, without giving the slightest impression that she was even
related to me.

When I introduced Ali to Nat, Nat’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Nice to meet you, Brandon said quite bit about you” Ali said
offering her hand to Nat.

“I hope nothing bad” Nat said shaking Ali’s hand and added “how
long have you two known each other?”

“Well, Brandon gave you a mixed review and for us, we have been
seeing each other on and off for a year or so” Ali said with a
straight face sending Nat back to wherever she came from.

A band played throughout dinner, and then after dinner the lights
were dimmed for welcome speeches followed by bride and groom
dances etc. Then the band increased its volume for those that
wanted to dance. It wasn't me who asked Ali for a dance, instead
she looked at me and make a gesture prompting me to ask her to
the floor and she eagerly accepted. We danced for a while seeing
that Ali really enjoyed making her dance moves and showcasing her
figure to many who looked on.

Everyone was having a good time and apparently Trent (Jack's
asshole friend) had told some of the others that he desired Ali.
Soon Ali became the center of attention for most of the single
men at the party. She spent most of her time on the dance floor
with me, but didn't refuse when other's asked her for a dance.

I was at the bar getting Ali drink when Trent came up to me and
asked me if she was my girlfriend or just a friend. I immediately
knew what Trent was after and said that she was my girlfriend.  I
got temporarily side tracked and I got back to the table just in
time to see Trent escort Ali out to the dance floor. When she got
back to the table I laughingly told her that she could probably
expect to be asked for a date before the night was over. She
chuckled and said, "I know... Trent kind of touch the topic, but
I am all yours. Remember?" she gave an impish wink and a smiled.

Then we danced more, mixed with others as well. I did noticed Nat
paying attention to Ali and I, but I acted as she wasn't even
there. Conversely, the more I drank, the more I danced. At some
point I realized that Ali was getting touchy-feely with me, and
also pulling me tighter and tighter against her during a slow
dance.

"Let's make her jealous" she whispered pushing up her hips to my
groin. I wasn't hard or anything, but I knew my cock had
lengthened enough to her to feel me. I knew it was wrong to even
have a little stir under my pants when I was dancing with my
little sister, but the wine and the festivity were working their
magic on me. But I had once lewdly held her against my body years
back.

Before I knew it, the reception was coming to an end. Ali and I
were one of the few couples left on the dance floor, and I was
pretty well toasted. As we danced to the last song, slow song, I
felt my sister's warm breath on my neck, her breasts crowding my
chest and I had no doubts in my mind that she felt my semi hard
cock on her belly.

We walked hand in hand to the parking garage, just like lovers –
Ali swirling her tender body all over me. Once we found the
vehicle, she smiled, smiled mischievously and then quickly turned
standing behind me. Within seconds, her hands fumbled around my
outer thighs before each hand found their way into my pant
pockets.

“I am driving… I think you are close to the limit and no DUI’s on
our first date” she chuckled letting her hands hunt for car keys.
Even after she located keys and they were in her hand, she pushed
hands inwards towards my cock and removed her hands ever slow
slowly. I gasped when her hand rubbed my cock, but I discounted
it as an accident.

“Are you going to drive all the way to the dorm?”

“No, I’ll stay at your place. There are cops all over around the
U on Saturday nights. You can drop me off tomorrow” She giggled,
leaned and this time most unexpectedly, placed her lips on mine.
I was stunned and memorized how delicate and seductive my sister
was, but she was my date for the night and the behaved as such.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you like that on our first date.
I just felt sluty for a moment, but I don’t normally do that” Ali
smirked as I got inside the car. But not before I murmured

“That’s a blessing for any guy, but I am with my sister”

“No, I am your date tonight. It’s still Saturday right” she
chuckled again as we hit the road. I can’t say that I wasn’t
turned on, especially the way that Ali played on, but feared for
something that I couldn’t pinpoint.

“I am ready for a nightcap. You too?” Ali asked as we entered my
apartment. Then without waiting for an answer, she added “I can’t
wait to get this dress and make-up off me. I am going to take
quick wash, you open a good bottle of wine” and disappeared to my
bedroom. I looked through the wine cabinet, found a good bottle
of Merlot, while I was opening the bottle, Ali walked to the
bathroom. She briefly stopped to smile.

“Your turn, if you want to shower” Ali said when she came out of
the bathroom and as I looked up, I just couldn’t believe my eyes
how quickly she changed her appearance. She had gone from wearing
a sexy dress to one of my boxer shorts and a T-Shirt. V-cut neck
T-shirts that I normally wore was seemingly too large for her and
the opening at the neck ended just around her perfectly round
breasts and her nipples perked through the thin material as they
were ready to getaway. Well, the shorts were naturally too large
for her waist and she held them in place with her hand. I was
already tortured by my sister all evening and seeing her dressed
the way she did, I instantly got a hard-on.

“What?” Ali chuckled

“Don’t let go of those pants” I laughed “The wine is poured and I
am going to shower” Although I typically walk out of the shower
naked and sleep naked, I got into a pair of boxer shorts and
sleeveless shirt since I don’t even own a piece of pajamas. The
shower made me rejuvenated as I joined Ali for a glass of wine,
which became two and the third before Ali thought that she had
enough for he night.

“You can have my bed. I’ll sleep on the couch” I offered walking
to the bedroom to grab a blanket and a pillow.

“Your bed is big enough for both of us, isn’t it” Ali said
somewhat disappointed.

“Hey, however sluty you feel, you shouldn’t sleep with a guy on
your first date,” I joked

“Umm… No. This is not the first time. I slept with you many times
when we were little. I used to come to your room whenever there
was a thunderstorm, remember”

I just couldn’t help but blush. How can I forget…? Ali must have
been about eleven or twelve years old when she came to my bed
room regularly during thunderstorms. I remember holding her and
comforting her till she fell asleep while feeling her soft skin
against mine. But I have been trying to forget how I pressed my
cock against her nightgown covered ass. Fist few times, I did
that until I was ready to explode, turned to other side and
relieved myself and later became bold enough to raise her gown,
rub my cock on her chubby ass-cheeks. Most times, I turned the
other way and jacked off to cum, but I remember several times
shooting my cum between her thighs, ass-cheeks or just on her
back.

I hid my tension and embarrassment briefly and said “Yes, but we
were little then”

“I felt so secure then” she said looking into my eyes, begging to
sleep with her “Besides, it is still Saturday and tonight I am
your date and girlfriend, not your sister Ali. C’mon…” she said
taking me by hand and walking to the bedroom.

“That’s not enough reasons to sleep together Ali. Give me a
better reason” I said grimly.

“Another reason…..? Ali stopped at the bed and asked “How about
your boner? What are we going to do about it after our first
date?”

“What boner” I panicked, looked down and noticed my bulge that
was noticeable, although I wasn’t fully erect.

“This…” Ali purred gently placing her right hand over my cloth
clad cock and then leaped up and kissed my lips gently. I was
utterly shocked how my sister even had the courage to do such
thing, but before I had a chance to speak, her hand glided inside
my shorts, pulling the elastic band. Her hand shuffled inside my
shorts fleetingly until she found and grasped my manhood. It was
as if an electric shock went through my body. I knew it was
wrong, very wrong, but the wrongness of my sister touching my
most private body part made it even exciting - incredibly
thrilling.

But, Ali held my cock in her soft hand as she had my most prized
possession. “This is cool, I mean nice and stiff” she whispered.
“I love the way it pulsate and responded to my touch” then added
“Hmm… If this is not a boner, what is?” she giggled pressing her
lips on to mine again.

“No Ali, I don’t do taboo things…. Believe me, I am not into that
sort of stuff” I said, but perhaps not strong enough to convince
her.

“You mean you don’t do that stuff anymore, right” her eyes
sparkled as she smiled. “Besides, who said we are going to break
any taboos” she chuckled “Let’s cuddle up and be comfortable. We
can feel each other up like you used to, right?”

“Look Ali….”

“Shut up and come to bed. This feels wonderful in my hand” She
started stroking me up and down, slowly but firmly. I closed my
eyes. If it felt wonderful for my sister, it felt positively
phenomenal for me. I let the sensation, of my sister caressing my
cock wash over me. Her lips reached my jaw, tracing the lines of
my ear to my collarbone. They were as warm against my skin as
they reminded me of soft, little rose petals, but warm and moist.
I couldn’t stop my heart from pounding in my chest. My blood
flowed rapidly in my cheeks, making my face as red as ever.
However lewd it was, it was delicious. I lifted my hands out of
her, and pulled them up down to her shoulders as Ali put her
hands down at my waist while pulling me closer to her. I was so
hard I couldn’t stand it, but who should she be for tonight? My
lover or my sister?

Ali pulled me to the bed, rolled over me to the other side then
swiftly pushed shorts off her legs to bow her rear to me.

“C’mon, off your shorts and snuggle” I was hesitant at first, but
what was the need. My shorts were already below my sack and cock
was aimed at the ceiling like a flag pole and she has already
taken good looks of it. Just then, thinking about how I came on
her many years ago, my cock instantly pulsed leaking pre-cum. Now
Ali was waiting, her ass was turned me and her knees were bend an
up.

When I removed my shorts and when my cock popped free, she
snatched it up and guided it between her smooth thighs, clamping
down tightly so I couldn't escape. I could feel her bare butt
cheeks pressed against my belly, all soft and warm. Then she
slithered down till my cock wedged all the way up in the crook of
her vee, right against her bush. She was sopping wet, like a
steamy geyser that emits sticky substance.

“Mmmm… Feels so good” she moaned swaying her butt.

Nervously, and rather rigidly, I set my hips into motion. I kept
telling myself, it would be all too easy to slip and find myself
balls deep in Ali’s pussy. And that would definitely be a taboo,
no two ways about it. My sister's clutching thighs and clenching
buttocks felt good on my cock. So good! And soon enough, I
stopped thinking and fell into a groove, my shaft slotted neatly
between her slippery lips, sashaying like a well lubed mechanical
device over her asshole, pussy hole, and clit. Her soft pubes
tickled like feathers.

“This is good. I even liked it while you did it to me when was a
chubby little girl. Ah…” Ali sighed and then moaned.

I gasped at the beauty of her milk-white belly, the smooth
contours of her thighs, and the cluster of dark fur in the
center. Her body was so slender, my cock jutted all the way
through her and out the other side. It sprouted from her bush
like a rocket with a mushroom head.

Each one of my thrusts pressing against her clit was met with
backwards push of her hips as she shivered, trembled and moaned
loudly. Her warm nectar kept seeping down her thighs, lubricating
them even more to add to my pleasure. Now I was fucking her
seriously – that was fucking her soft thighs and pussy lips. I
was no longer fucking my sister, at least in my aroused state, I
was thigh fucking the sexiest girl alive.

“Let me turn, can I?” Ali crooned, turned wrapped her hand around
me as our lips met. It was definitely different kissing her this
time and we kissed like loves as my cock try to adjust to the new
position swaying and poking her to find her thigh gap.

“Wait...” she sized my cock and placed it right between her pussy
lips, settled and pushed.

“Ali…” I held when the head of my cock entered her slick hole. I
wasn’t sure if I called her in panic or in pleasure of feeling
her pussy that was on fire.

“Push in… We need to take care of your boner” she whispered and
pressed forward taking in good inch or two of my shaft within
her.

“Ali…” was all I was able to say, but I pushed in and out shoving
more and more of my length as she rode a wave of orgasms.

My boiling desire in liquid form filled her up soon, while she
kissed me, rode me and kept ridding until the last drop was
within her.

“I normally don’t fuck a guy on my first date, but you are the
only exception” she giggled holding me.

“What do you want? Another round or wine first?” I asked
breathing heavily.

“Another round is fine with me while you still have my dick
inside” I smirked “But you have to promise me that you let me
fuck your thighs someday again. That was memorable and
unforgettable experience. Never Thought soft thighs can be better
than nice tits to fuck”

“Umm…Yes. It is kinky, but good. Even then pretending to be
sleeping, I enjoyed it. Sure, any time, even tonight, tomorrow or
whenever you want to bring me here. I am free next weekend too if
you have a party or not” Ali giggled. “Besides, you made me
finish several times tonight and that was some awesome sex”

“Not fair. I only finished once” I groaned. “Next time I have to
finish few times more than you do “I complaint while fucking her
slowly, enjoying the soppy sound that flowed from her juicy
pussy. I knew that I could remain hard for another round and
wondered how many orgasms that I can make Ali enjoy.

“Deal. If you finish only once this time, I’ll suck you to
another” Ali giggled.

“Thank you for the wonderful evening, my date” I said as our lips
met.