Message-ID: <19069eli$9901220420@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/19069.txt> From: Phil <phil@xanadu2000.freeserve.co.uk> Subject: <*> STORY: 'My younger sister' (mf teen incest) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <CuF$KKARcjn2Ewq4@xanadu2000.freeserve.co.uk> My Younger Sister This story may not be what you think. Nevertheless, it might shock the faint-hearted. Be warned. It happened some years ago while I was a student. I was living at home in the summer vacation; I was 19, my younger sister, Jenny, was 17 and still at school . . . Copyright (c) Phil's Files 1999. This story may not be reposted in whole or in part without permission and without a similar notice attached. It's Saturday evening and Jenny is having her regular row with my parents. 'You are NOT going out dressed like that. It's indecent. I'd never let a daughter of mine be seen like that.' etc. etc. I must admit she's a bit underdressed. Her tight black dress barely covers her small breasts and the hem is about one inch below her crotch. As she comes down the stairs I can see her pale blue panties. Eventually she stomps off upstairs and comes back in a full-length skirt and a tight jumper. It shows off her figure but nothing else. In a huff she crashes out of the door, giving me a sly wink as she does so. They forgot this time to have the usual row about staying out all night. Later, I take the dog for a walk, and it finds the skirt bundled up under the front hedge. I look inside. Yes, the panties are there too. I stuff them inside my jacket and shake my head. Jenny, you're incorrigible. The next morning I'm up early. I love the freshness of the dawn, and the quietness that pervades the normally noisy house. I'm sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee when I hear a key fumbling in the back door. It's Jenny, in her black dress, looking shocked and sleepy at the same time. She totters into the kitchen on her platform heels and I grab her in my arms. She smells of smoke, drink, perfume and sweat, all overlaid with the seaside tang of sex. I notice a couple of strands of her hair are matted and caked. I help her slump in the chair, and her dress rides up over her hips. I see that the insides of her long thighs are glistening with wetness. 'How many this time?' I ask. 'Oh God, I don't know,' she slurs. ' I lost count.' I pull her up, walk her to the bathroom and turn on the shower. I help her take off the dress and kneel in the shower, supporting herself with her hands against the wall. I strip and join her, gently cleaning her face. Her skin feels slick where the water has wet it, but it washes off. I sluice her hair on one side, trying to get the caked whiteness out of it. Copyright (c) Phil's Files 1999. This story may not be reposted in whole or in part without permission and without a similar notice attached. Then I take the soap and wash her down, being ultragentle on her nipples and crotch. Virtually her whole body is sticky - they must have massaged it into her. As I touch her swollen nipples she flinches. She opens her thighs to let me clean her crotch, gasping as I touch her tenderness. I hold the shower head under her, flushing out as much as I can. Finally she is clean, and I take a towel and wrap her in it, patting her tender skin dry. I help her walk upstairs and lay her on her bed. I take the bottle of soothing cream from her bedside table and get some on my fingers, warming it up, and smooth it onto her hard nipples. Although I am as gentle as I can be she winces at my touch. I part her thighs and smooth more cream on her poor inflamed pussy, stroking her soft lips, soothing her swollen red clitoris. I rub more cream gently onto the walls of her love tunnel, as far in as I can, and she gives little gasps. Finally I lift her thighs onto her chest and inspect her anus. It too is red and swollen, so I smooth the cream around and into her entrance, feeling her flinch minutely. I let her lie flat again, and cover her with the sheets. She's already asleep. I kiss her gently on the forehead. Back in my room, I grab a towel, grasp my engorged aching cock and with a huge groan of frustration empty my hot semen in gut-wrenching spurts. Copyright (c) Phil's Files 1999. This story may not be reposted in whole or in part without permission and without a similar notice attached. Some incidents from the same summer: ------------------------------------------------ I'm in the bathroom, my parents are out, my sister's still asleep after another late night doing God knows what. I'm feeling as horny as only a 19-year-old male whose girlfriend is on vacation can feel. I'm just about to step into the shower, my erection waving around, when I see myself in the mirror and decide to have a wank first. I get a handful of my sister's moisturising cream and begin to rub urgently. No time for a slow build-up, all I want is to get rid of the semen that's making my balls ache. I watch myself in the mirror, getting off on the sight of my cock pointing at me, imagining I'm a girl waiting nervously to receive a facefull of cum. I'm nearly there . . . yes, the rocket engines have fired, the clamps have released and now nothing can stop the lift-off. I hear a noise at the door, over the hiss of the shower. Jenny is standing there, naked and bleary-eyed. I swing round, horrified, but unable to stop the hot rush in my cock, and my cum splatters against her stomach. I can't help myself - my hand continues to rub and I cover her in my thick whiteness. We stand there, I wish the ground would swallow me up, she seems unmoved and still half asleep. She dips a finger in one of the globules and licks it slowly, then looks at me kindly. 'You don't have to do this, you know,' she says. 'What do you mean?' I say hoarsely. She gives the ghost of a smile, dabs at another of the trickles of semen that have started to run down her belly, and wipes her finger across my open mouth. 'Think about it, brother,' she says, and turns and walks off. ---------------------- Copyright (c) Phil's Files 1999. This story may not be reposted in whole or in part without permission and without a similar notice attached. I'm awake in bed, it's the middle of the night. I hear Jenny come in, trying not to wake my parents. I can tell she's stumbling a little, obviously had too much to drink again. I follow her progress up the stairs, into the bathroom to relieve her bladder, along the hallway. She opens my door, comes in and clumsily takes off her dress. As usual, she's gone out naked under it. The streetlight outside makes it easy to see her pale body, touched with lighter patches where she has received some man's or men's gifts of semen. She flops down on the bed next to me, presumably under the drunken impression that she's in her own room. I stay silent, not wanting to alarm her. She lies on her back, rapidly sinking into sleep. I see her hand move slowly down to her thighs and she begins to masturbate, opening her legs and rubbing herself slowly, dipping her fingers into her pussy, rolling her nipples with her other hand. Her breathing deepens and becomes louder. I can smell her perfume and the fishy tang of recent sex. I'm hard and straining with the sight, so I grasp my cock and rub in sympathy with her. She reaches orgasm quickly, gasping, thudding her ass into the bed, trapping her hand as she squeezes her thighs together. I'm still building up to my climax as she goes limp and begins to snore. I'm as swollen and aching as I've ever been. I get up quietly, so as not to wake her (although very little would wake her in her present state), and kneel between her wide-spread thighs. I can see her labia, swollen and red, and the open tunnel between, a trickle of white oozing from it onto my bedspread. Splashes of dried cum anoint her stomach and breasts. The sight is too much for me. I think 'What the hell, she won't notice a bit more.' With a silent groan I shoot my seed over her, watching it fall on her breasts, her stomach, her pubic hair. I hear the splat, splat as it lands on her skin, and begins its slow slide to the lowest points - her navel, or down her sides. She doesn't stir. I get back into bed and sleep, drained. In the morning she's gone. ------------------------- Copyright (c) Phil's Files 1999. This story may not be reposted in whole or in part without permission and without a similar notice attached. My girlfriend Christine is staying with us for a week. At college we sleep together, and my parents know it (although they don't admit it), but at home she sleeps in the guest room, and that's that. I don't even try to argue. We're as horny as two young people who've just discovered they enjoy fucking each other can be. We send each other yearning looks of frustration, she teases me with glimpses of her breasts, panties, or crotch. The atmosphere is so sexually charged that I can't believe my parents don't notice. Of course, Christine doesn't stay in the guest room. Once the house is asleep she tiptoes along to my room and we screw frantically, but quietly (not easy, I can tell you), trying to assuage the pent-up lusts of the day. We have to set the alarm to make sure she's back in her own bed to receive the morning cup of tea that my mother insists on taking her. Jenny knows what's going on, of course. She would. She flashes me amused glances, and winks heavily as we say goodnight and go our separate ways. On the last night before Christine is due to leave we fuck even more desperately, knowing that 3 weeks of celibacy lie ahead before the new term starts. Finally, exhausted, we sleep as the dawn breaks. I wake slowly, later, to the realisation that my cock is being gently sucked. Christine often does this when she needs more sex during the night and wants to wake me up. Her mouth on me is soft and hot, knowing and expert, and despite my recent exertions I'm already hard and throbbing. Something isn't right, however. I'm lying on my side and I can feel Christine's body snuggled up against my back, her arm round my chest. So who is sucking my cock? I open my eyes, knowing what I will see. My sister kneels by the bed, her head moving slowly near my hips. She's naked and her hand is between her thighs. I want to pull her off, but I daren't move for fear of waking Christine, who will surely be horrified. But then again, part of me doesn't want to pull her off. I lie in fascinated anguish and ecstasy as Jenny fellates me with an expertise borne of much practice. Every so often she turns her face to me and grins, my cock still between her lips, enjoying my helplessness and her complete power over me. I groan inwardly as she takes me slowly up to the peak of tension, holding me there while I try desperately not to buck my hips and bring myself off in her mouth. She knows exactly what she's doing . . . She holds my cock in her hot hand and takes it deep into her throat. I feel the burning start in my balls and rush inexorably up my aching shaft. Jenny slides her lips up and down my rod, letting my first two spurts fill her mouth, then pulls off me to allow the next two to splash onto her smiling face, then swallows me again to gather the rest of my seed. Her hand is working down between her legs, and I can see her body shaking with her own climax. My muscles are screaming with the effort of keeping still, unable to jerk and gasp as I want to. When we've both subsided, Jenny kisses me with cum-streaked lips and leaves. I feel Christine snuggle tighter against me in her sleep. ----------------------- Copyright (c) Phil's Files 1999. This story may not be reposted in whole or in part without permission and without a similar notice attached. Believe it or not, Jenny and I never actually had intercourse, until many years later. 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