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                       A LITTLE PICK-ME-UP

                               by 

                             RHYMER


     I'd had a terrible day.  I'd flunked my latest algebra test,
my soccer team had been knocked out of the regional finals due to
a lunkhead error on my part, and worst of all my blonde bombshell
of a girlfriend -- whom I'd been trying to bed for a year now --
had dumped me for a football player with bigger muscles.  I glumped
around the house all through the rest of that afternoon, skipped
dinner, and went to bed early.
     I awoke to the feel of a hand sliding up my thigh.  What the-?
I cracked an eye open and found that my sheet had been pulled
aside; a woman was sitting on the edge of my bed, tugging at the
waistband of my briefs.  She was nude.  She was turned mostly away
from me, but in the dim light from the open window I could see the
sweet curve of one heavy breast.  My mysterious benefactor eased my
underwear down, and my half-hard cock popped into view.  I gasped
as her hand enveloped it.
     She looked toward me and smiled seductively.  "Finally awake,
I see!"  It was my older sister, Bethany.
     "Beffie!  What are you doing?!"  I hissed.
     "What does it look like?  You were so down today, I thought
you could use a little cheering up."  She grinned, then leaned down
and kissed my rapidly-hardening penis.
     Now, I'll tell you right now that I'd never thought of
Bethany, who's a year older than me at 17, in a sexual way.  I
guess I hadn't realized what a babe she is: she is my sister, after
all.  But now I could see that she had very nice, beautifully-
rounded knockers, and a slim, tight waist.  And, when she straddled
me and thrust her bottom toward my face, I could see what an
exquisite cunt she had.  Even in the dim light I could see that her
delicate, petal-like lips were a pale, glistening pink, framed by
a soft shading of dark brown hair.   "Lick my pussy,"  she
whispered, and I eagerly obeyed.
     I'd never tasted anything quite like it: sweet and tangy,
soothing and exciting at the same time.  I loved Beffie's flavor! 
I didn't really know what I was doing but I must have done
something right, because soon she was moaning and twitching.  Her
moaning was muffled by the seven-inch cock stuffed in her mouth,
just as mine were muffled by her muff.  She was working wonders on
me with her tongue.  She alternately suck, blowed, and licked,
occasionally breaking her rhythm to take one ball and then another
into her mouth.  She stopped once and just enjoyed my pussy-licking
for a minute, then tensed and moaned and shook all over.  It was
only later, when I thought about it, that I realized she had come. 
The she went down on me again.  When I felt my balls tighten up and
start to tingle, I groaned, "Oh, Beffie, Sis, I'm gonna come!"
     She quickly pulled away.  "Oh no ya don't,"  she murmured.  "I
need my little bro to blow his load somewhere else."  She quickly
divested me of my shorts and straddled my hips, leaning far forward
and kissing me.  Then she lifted up a little and reached back for
my cock, to place it against the entrance of her hot horny hole. 
Her tits were just bobbing there in front of me, begging to be
sucked, so I complied with their wishes.  "Yes, yes!"  she hissed. 
"Now scoot forward while I scoot backward, and keep suckin' my
nips!"
     We did that, and I felt my cock go deep in her pussy.  She was
so tight it almost hurt my prick to try to force it into her.  Then
I fell her puss gush forth a little more cunt cream, and I slid in
easily.  We were in an awkward position, but oh it felt to good to
be locked in the tight little sexual circle.  We rocked back and
forth for just a few minutes before I let all my breath out in one
long whoosh and spewed my seed into my sister's cunt.  Then I lay
back, exhausted.  She pile-drove her dripping snatch onto my spent
cock as it slowly softened, and managed to pop off again one last
time before it was too soft to be of any use.  I just lay there,
watching her face contort, her lovely breasts bounce and sway, and
the moonlight play across her trim body.  Thought about how
beautiful she was, and how I hoped I'd marry a girl like her some
day.
     Finally, she climbed down, and we exchanged happy grins. 
"Feel better?"  she whispered.  I nodded: did I ever!  She kissed
me once agian, deeply and with lots of tongue, and left my room. 
I quickly fell asleep.  I woke the next day with a whole new
positive outlook on life.  
     We've never repeated our little tete-a-tete.  She's never even
indicated to me that it happened, and I've never had the balls to
make a move on her.  Hell, who knows: maybe it was all just a
wonderful dream!


                             THE END