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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
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My Sister Julie (MF, inc)
(c) 1988, 1993 Peregrine
Part 1
The airport was chaotic. I suddenly remembered my distaste for them
as I forced my way through the throng. I was there only because I had to
pick up someone. My sister, Julie, was flying here. From her hastily
posted letter, she had troubles with her husband. I always knew he was a
jerk but Julie didn't listen to me then.
Finding her quite easy even if there was a maelstrom of activity. All
I had to do was follow the leers of the men and porters. Julie was a
blonde with shoulder-length hair that shone like gold in the sun. Her
body filled her clothes with curves. She was gorgeous the last time I
saw her and she was more beautiful now.
I think she enjoyed the leers and wolf whistles. I watched her walk
towards me in a hot red tube-top and tight black leather miniskirt.
Fishnet stockings and stiletto heels completed her attire. "Goddam," I
swore to myself, "Mom's probably flipping in her grave."
Julie saw me and waved. I waved back. She decided to make a short
jog towards me; many necks became sore watching her jog. We
embraced happily. I thought I could have heard many disappointed
sighs around me. "Hey, Big Brother!" she laughed, her eyes sparkling
with childish delight.
"Hello, Julie. It's been a while. Do you have luggage?"
"Yeah, it's at Gate 6."
We walked towards the baggage gate. "How was the flight?" I asked,
trying to keep my eyes off her bouncing chest. I had seen her nude
before, of course. There was a small hole that used to connect my room
to the bathroom when we lived at home. Needless to say, Julie was well
endowed with firm flesh. The grapefruit sized boobs jiggled every-
which-way as she walked beside me.
After picking up her single bag and finding the car, we drove towards
my house where Julie was going to stay. I couldn't let my sister have to
rent an expensive hotel room, could I?
"Thanks for letting me stay," she said.
"Don't mention it. What are brothers for?" I tried to keep my eyes on
the road. Julie had taken advantage of the open top of my convertible.
She let the wind blow her golden hair behind her, stretching her body
with oblivious abandon. There were quite a few cars tailgating me.
"We're here," I said, turning into the driveway. I carried her bag up
for her and opened the door. We entered.
"Think I can grab a shower, Big Brother?" she asked immediately.
"Those airplanes don't even have decent sinks!"
Two conflicting decisions entered my mind as she entered the
bathroom. Should I or shouldn't I? What the hell, it's been a long time, I
said and ran into my room.
The bathroom had one wall that was tiled with mirrored tiles. I had
one of the tiles specially made from one way glass. That tile connected
to a hole in my closet. I normally used it for my viewing pleasure on the
lady friends I occasionally dated.
Julie already had her top off; those white flesh globes with dark
brown areolas bounced with resilience. I watched her wriggle out of her
tight miniskirt. That act alone was enough for me to harden. I realized
with a start she had been wearing nothing beneath her skirt! As she
rolled her fishnets down, I was treated to a fine view of her smooth firm
ass. She bent down and her puckered back hole flashed at me. I could
just see her pink slit wink. Her stockings off, she turned and looked at
her own reflection in the mirrored tiles, unaware that I was watching.
She was admiring herself, giving a variety of sexy poses; a groan
escaped my lips. Her hands slowly stroked her breasts, over and under,
brushing the brown nipples. I watch them harden into knobs as she
circled them with her fingers.
Julie leaned her ass against the counter. A hand slid down across the
flat expanse of her belly and ran through the tangle of dark bushy hair
between her legs. The other hand cupped one breast and she gently
squeezed the nipple with her thumb and forefinger.
The hand on her Mons Venus stroked the velvet hair and parted it
down the middle. A finger ran along the length of the pink furrow. I
saw a shudder pass through her body. Slowly, she moved her fingers
along the slit. Squeezing a nipple, chewing her lower lip, and running
her fingers along her slit, Julie shuddered and shook, toes stretched as
her orgasm flushed through her.
I had to whip a kleenex over my livid cock just as I shot my load.
Then Julie took her bath.
When Julie finished with her bath, I was cooking her my specialty in
lunch cuisine: soup and salad. I heard her plod out of the bathroom.
"Grab a seat at the table, Julie. Lunch is being served."
As I exited the kitchen, my heart jumped. Julie was stark naked. She
was rummaging in her bag for clothing. Meanwhile, her pretty back side
was looking at me. She found a robe and stood up, wrapping it around
her; it wasn't much of a robe since it ended just below her hips. She saw
me gaping and a smile flitted across her lips. "What'sa matter? Never
saw me in the skin before? I'll bet you did when you had that hole in
your bedroom back home." Yes, my voyeurism started young; I just
couldn't give up my "peep-hole" when I moved out of the family house.
She didn't bother to close up the robe. Regaining my composure, I
just nodded and motioned with a weak smile that lunch was ready. I
turned and headed for the table. "You want to know how I found out
about the hole? Well, I noticed it one day, and being curious, I looked
through. There you were, jerking yourself off, probably watching me.
Right?"
"Um...right." What the hell was she leading into here?
I felt her hands encircle me from behind. "I liked what I saw, BIG
Brother!" she giggled. Suddenly, her hands snaked into my jeans and
grabbed my cock. "So big!"
I whirled around to face her. She laughed and launched herself at me.
A spark flared within me. I couldn't do this, I told myself. Julie smiled
and licked her lips. I couldn't. She placed her hands on my cheeks and
pulled my face to hers. It wasn't right. Her hot short breaths mixed with
mine. It wasn't... Her lips locked on mine and an explosion seemed to
knock my sense out. It... Her tongue darted in between my lips and
sought to touch mine. Our tongues touched and rolled. I could feel her
nipples rub against my shirt. My cock was stiffening in my jeans. To
hell with everything, I decided.
Our lips separated and I looked at her. There were no conflicts in her
eyes. Just the dreamy look of lust. I descended on her neck, kissing the
length, taking in the smells which I had not known since childhood. We
were no longer adults but kids again; full of laughter and play. Her robe
slipped off her shoulders and she unbuttoned my shirt and unzippered
my jeans, letting them slid to the floor beside her robe. For a long while,
we stood and nuzzled, our hands exploring. We were kids learning the
adult body.
She pulled me to the sofa and she laid down. My hand touched her
face and she smiled. She took my hand in hers and showed me her
breasts, her nipples, her belly, her moist sex. My mouth followed that
route. Kisses on those firm mounds, gently sucking the nipples. I
nuzzled under the breasts, licking where the breast began. Across her
tummy I moved and I smelled the musky aroma of her womanhood. My
lips touched a tendril of hair. My tongue moved like a snake in the bush,
lifting aside the mat of hair. Her pink slit glistened at me and I noticed
the little knoll peeking out of its sheath. The slit was hot as my tongue
brushed the length of it and back. I could feel her hips moving under
me, trying to bring her sex to my face. Little sighs of pleasure escaped
from her lips. I let my tongue burrow into the slit, exploring. Her hips
gyrated, mashing against me. In and out, I let my tongue dart. Her
gasps and sighs became frenzied. "Climb on me... Let me suck...!"
I settled confortably over her shaking body. A warm wet envelope
covered my hard cock. A probing tongue playfully rubbed the hole. I
relaxed my thighs, letting the mouth and tongue have their will on me. I
returned to the pretty mound I was tonguing. I felt shudders course
through her body. Any time now and she would...
A fire suddenly ignited in my loins, building up a pressure. Hungrily,
I continued to suck on her sweet slit, lapping up her honey as it flowed.
I felt her convulse, her hips moving madly as her orgasm hit her. And as
she sucked, I felt the pressure suddenly explode as I sent my cum into
her throat in great bursts.
We sat on the sofa; we were both still naked. She lovingly reached
down and stroked my flaccid cock. I could see her thoughts on her
hungry face. All I was thinking was our beautiful lovemaking...my
sister and I. "Listen...uh...Julie. Out of curiosity, why DID you come to
me? What's happening between you and John?" I grabbed a cushion
and pulled it over my groin to cover her distractions. "He's not beating
you, is he? I'll wring his neck..."
"No, of course not! Well, ever since we got married--that's almost 5
years--we've had sex exactly five times. And I never came once! So I
said to hell with him and now I'm here. I'm divorcing him for failure to
consummate our marriage and irreconcilable differences."
"And you want to stay here with me..."
"If you don't mind, Big Brother," she said with pleading eyes. "I
could make you feel good every night." A grin formed on her red lips.
"What will my girlfriend think?"
"She can join in if she wants." I looked incredulously at her. She
only flashed a pixie smile before throwing herself onto me, showering
me with her hot little kisses, whispering little "thank-you"s into my ear
as she rubbed her breasts over my face.
How could I refuse her?
END