("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2013. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- My Sister, Halloween Nun by Geminiguy (geminiguy7.hotmail.co.uk@gmail.com) *** After a few years apart, Jim's younger sister comes for a visit. (MF, inc, 1st) *** I grew up in sunny Florida. My parents are wealthy and I had everything a guy could want. Most people might say I had the life. I wouldn't agree. First I hated the heat. And second our parents were too controlling. It was always study, study, study, got to be the best. I wasn't allowed to date, I had to stay at home all the time and study, study, study. Not that studying doesn't have its benefits. It got me into the College I wanted. Clear across the United States in Washington State. It wasn't too hot and no nagging parents hanging over my shoulder. Of course dad still gave me everything: my own pad, the best computer system, even a maid. But of course once I graduated I was done taking anything from dad. I took a job down in Portland, Oregon; got my own place and I pay for everything now. Now THIS is the life. Earlier I said our parents were too controlling. Yeah, I have a sibling. Her name is Vanessa. She's five years younger than me. The last time I saw her she was her she was just thirteen. We emailed each other regularly and kept each other updated. Of course dad and mom were STILL controlling, only now it was worse: they only had Vanessa to be controlling to. I'm twenty-three now and my sister is about to have her eighteenth birthday. Vanessa emailed me and said she only had one birthday wish: to spend it with me. I thought it was a great idea. Her birthday is on Halloween and this year Halloween is on a Friday. So I talked to dad and mom and they agreed Vanessa could spend the Halloween weekend with me. They were going to have her excused from school so she could fly up Thursday night, so she be here by Friday morning. I took the day off from work and met Vanessa at the airport. At first I didn't recognize her. The young woman who walked up to me looked nothing like my sister. "Jimmy?" "Vanessa? Is that you?" I said in shock. My sister wasn't that tall and was very skinny the last time I saw her. I guess puberty was late for Vanessa. My sister was all grown up now. She had to be about 5'10", her hair was a lot darker now and she had the body of a curvy swimsuit model, including huge DD-cup breasts! "Yes, it's me!" She squealed as she let go of her wheeled luggage and hugged me. When she let go of me I noticed the only other thing Vanessa had was a garment bag over her shoulder. Vanessa had always been strictly a jeans a t-shirt girl, which was what she had on now, though her t- shirt looked much better on her now, if you know what I mean... "What's in there?" I asked nosily, pointing at the garment bag. Vanessa gave me a huge, impish grin. "My Halloween costume," She said excitedly, just the way she did every Halloween. I rolled my eyes. I never got to trick or treat or go to Halloween parties. I never did any of that fun Halloween stuff. It was always study, study, study. But since Vanessa was born on Halloween - and birthdays were a big deal to our parents - my sister got to do all the fun Halloween stuff I wasn't allowed to. Oh, and by the way, MY birthday didn't fall near ANY fun holidays. "Still, Vanessa?" I teased. She giggled and nodded vigorously. I was curious what Vanessa's latest costume was - it was always a big event for her every Halloween - but I figured I'd find out in a few hours anyhow. I took Vanessa back to my house - not as big as dad's but if I got married I could swing it and set her up in the guest room next to my bedroom. She unpacked and hung the mysterious garment bag in the closet. I took Vanessa out to lunch and showed her around Portland. It turns out she was a fan of Grimm and recognized a few places from the show. I picked up a pizza for an early dinner and we headed back home. Vanessa was really giddy about me taking her out trick-or-treating. I rolled my eyes again. After we ate, Vanessa went up to take a shower. She was up there a long time, I could hear her blow-dryer running. Finally she came down but I never heard her. "How do I look?" I kind of jumped when she snuck up behind me. I turned around, if I'd been drinking something I would have just spewed it all out in shock. Vanessa was dressed as a Nun! Oh, shit, I'd never had a Nun fetish before but now I fuckin' did! She looked like an honest-to-goodness Nun; her habit billowed around her loosely, almost concealing her huge breasts. Almost. "How come I didn't hear you come up behind me?" I asked, though my mind was conjuring up pictures of me fucking every Nun I could find. EVERY Nun. Vanessa giggled and lifted her habit away from one foot. She had on a pair of sensible shoes with soft soles, shoes I could picture a Nun wearing. "Come on, come on, come on! Let's go trick-or- treating!" My sister exclaimed. "All right, all right. You're dressed as a Nun, why not act like one?" She giggled again. "You're right!" Vanessa reached up and clasped her cross and made like she was praying. If she wasn't carrying that orange trick or treat bag it wouldn't've looked silly. "Let's go," I said, rolling my eyes as I led her out the door. I grabbed my coat because it was getting cold tonight but Vanessa didn't seem to notice. Out of all of her costumes, this one was the spookiest I think. She was covered from head-to-toe, all I could see was her white, pale face. Also she seemed to glide along as we walked, as if she were floating... I would wait at the curb as my sister would go up to each house, ring the doorbell and holler "Trick or Treat!" I'd swear she sounded like she was a little girl again. We rounded each block until we finally crossed the street and rounded those blocks working our way back to my house then beyond it. Vanessa was so quiet as we walked. I felt like I was following a ghost at times, but the feeling was shattered the next she yelled out "Trick or Treat!" We crossed the street again and worked our way back to my house. It had gotten pretty cold now - not that I minded - but Vanessa still didn't seem to be bothered by the cold. When we got in the house, I was glad the heat had turned on while we were gone. I pulled off my coat as Vanessa said giddily "I'm going to take my candy up to my room!" I went to the kitchen and boiled water for hot chocolate [I hate coffee]. My sister finally came back down, her now bare feet slapping against the hardwood floor. "Aren't you cold?" I asked. "Nope," Vanessa grinned, her green eyes sparkling. "You must have a sweat suit on under that!" I laughed. "Nope," She replied. "Your jeans and t-shirt," I teased. "Nope." "What do you have on under there?" I said, now very curious. "You're not naked?!?" Visions of Nuns naked under their habits flooded my now warped mind. Vanessa giggled. "Nope." Then all of a sudden she lifted her Nun's habit up to mid-stomach, baring black panties over a black garter belt and black stockings. Shit, her legs were amazing! So was her belly. Not muscular, but flat and sexy. "See?" Vanessa grinned. "Yeah, I see," I answered. Without taking my eyes of my sister - who had not lowered her habit - I shut off the stove and moved to her. "I can see very well," I said as I slid my hands around her almost bare waist and pulled Vanessa against me. I kissed her passionately. I was no virgin. I didn't get to date in High School but I did my fair share of fucking during school hours. In College, the habit [no pun intended] stuck with me. I didn't date but I'd fuck as much as I could. I still didn't date, fucking girls at work when I could, which wasn't often enough. I was about to make up for it... I broke our kiss and Vanessa gasped. I pushed her habit above her chest and pushed up her huge black bra. Her massive, firm breasts bounded out. I kneaded one as I sucked on the brown nipple of the other, which was surrounded by massive oval-shaped areolaes. "Oh, Jimmy..." Vanessa moaned, holding my head to her breast. "I kind of wanted to come visit you because I kind of hoped this would happen... I just didn't know how I'd get you to make love to me..." She moaned. I didn't bother to reply. I switched nipples and slid my hands down her body. Reaching her panties, I tugged them down and slid one hand back up between her legs. Vanessa's pussy was covered in a heavy mass of curls. And it was soaking wet. I let go of her pussy and undid my jeans, hauling out my hard, throbbing cock. I grabbed my sister by the butt and lifted her onto the kitchen counter. Pushing her panties off, I spread her legs and rammed my horny cock into her. Vanessa screamed as I ravaged her hymen. But I didn't care. She clung to me as I fucked her harder and harder. Soon Vanessa was moaning and begging me not to stop. Unfortunately, I had no control over that. In less than two minutes I was spewing my thick jizz deep up into my little sister's pussy. Gasping for breath, I pulled out, my cock slowly softening. My jizz began to ooze out of her, along with a little blood. As I came to myself, I fully realized what I did. "Oh, fuck, I'm sorry, sis! I lost control of myself..." Vanessa pulled me to her and hugged me. "Don't you dare be sorry," She whispered. "That was just what I hoped for." "But I came too quick," I moaned, and I never cum too quick. "I ruined your first time." "You did not ruin my first time. And besides, we have a weekend, Jimmy," She smiled. That smile broke the ice for me. I grabbed by the butt again and lifted her up. Vanessa wrapped her legs around my waist. "You won't have to wait long for your second time," I said mischievously as I carried her off. "By the time we get upstairs I'll be hard again." Vanessa giggled and hugged me tight, cooing as I made my way up to my bedroom. Our bedroom... THE END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 78