What A Great Day

What a great day! It was the middle of winter and a foot and a half of snow had fallen. I was a sophomore in college. It was too bad to go to class, so I decided to stay home. I just lied in bed and savored the warmth of my blankets, thinking how funny it was that my mom and dad would be freezing outside, as they still had to go to their respective jobs. A few minutes after I heard their cars leave, I drifted off to sleep.

However, my peace wouldn't last long. I was awoken with a start when I felt a crushing pain on my chest. I looked up and saw my younger sister, Jess, kneeling on my chest. She sat there beaming at me and said, "What're you still sleeping for? My high school is closed for today- it's a day off, don't waste it." My sister was the cheery type- always chirping and seeing the good in everything. That much cheeriness as too much this early in the morning, especially seeing the way I was woken up.

I sat up, throwing my sister to the foot of my bed in the process. She stood up and was about to say something, but I quickly jumped out of bed and, picking her up, threw her over my shoulder. It was easy for me- I stood over a foot above her 5'2" frame. She started playfully hitting my shoulder and screamed for me to let her go. She couldn't see where I was taking her, but when she heard a door open and a very chill wind blow across her bare feet, she got worried, "Where are you taking me?! What the hell, Dan? Put me down!"

I did-outside. I quickly closed the door and locked it. She had just woken up herself and was wearing only a small t-shirt and some panties, so I knew she would freeze out there. "This is for jumping on me," I said, "hopefully you'll learn your lesson. I'll let you back in about fifteen, twenty minutes from now."

Then I walked down the hallway, turned the corner and leaned against the wall smiling as she pounded at the door, cursing at me. After two minutes though I came back and opened the door saying, "Man, your mouth could make a sailor turn red."

"Ha, asshole, very funny," she replied, "let me in, I need to get dressed."

Of course I let her walk by me and I enjoyed the sight as she did so. The cold had worked wonders on her breasts, firming the mounds and making her nipples stick way out of that t-shirt. She had also turned a nice red from the cold and admired the color up from her ankles, over her thighs, and laughed when I saw it on her backside through her panties.

"What's so funny, cock?" she asked.

"Everything," I replied.

Half an hour later though, she was in better spirits as I had cooked a large breakfast, and she loved my cooking. I had gotten the paper and she was reading it while I had the comics (I'm twenty, but you still need to laugh). She offered to wash the dishes and I sat on the couch to watch some TV. She came in to do some quick dusting, and I just admired her perfect ass as she moved about the room. It was the shapely, firm ass that only an eighteen year old can have- and she had one of the best. She finished and left the room. Fifteen minutes passed and she returned, bundled up to go outside. "Come on," she said, "let's go play in the snow."

I looked at her and cocked an eyebrow, "How old are you, six? You want to go play in the snow?"

"Yeah, come on. We haven't played in the snow since we were kids. Come on." I just shrugged and she walked over and tried to pull me up, "Let's go you lazy son of a bitch! I want to play in the snow, and I'm not going alone!" She whimpered, stuck out her lower lip, and gave me puppy eyes. How could I resist that sexy face?

So an hour later we were frolicking through the snow behind our house. We lived literally at the end of a cul-de-sac and had the largest house on the street. Also, right behind our lawn and the pool, we had a huge forest on the left and a huge open hill on the right. After sledding down that hill with the neighborhood's eight year olds, we decided to go back to our house and build a snowman.

Things didn't work out as planned though. I started to make the sections, but was suddenly pelted with snowballs. My sister laughed and ducked behind our deck. Of course I went around with my own snowballs and got her back. Then we each ducked behind the scenery and started a snowball fight. I snuck around the house however and surprised my sister. She thought I was still behind the woodpile and was shocked when a mountain of snow fell on her head. She turned around and tackled me to the snow. We rolled around, each trying to pin the other. I slipped, falling on my back, and once again, my sister jumped through the air and landed on my chest. She sat on my stomach and jabbed a finger in my chest, taunting me. I grabbed hold of her ankles and pulled out, causing her to slide forward onto my body.

She knew I was ticklish and started to tickle me. I tried to get her off, but she managed to hold on while I was tickling her. I grabbed her back and pulled her tight to me, pinning her arms to her sides, which stopped my torment. I looked into her eyes, now inches from my own, and grinned dumbly. Suddenly she was kissing me, hard. In shock I let go, and she sat up. "I'm…I'm sorry. Oh God…I'm sorry… so sorry," she said teary eyed. Her lower lip started to quiver and she was up in a flash, running back to the house crying.

I just sat there in the snow for a moment, savoring the feel of her body against mine, and remembering what her lips felt like pressed against mine. Also, I had to sort out what the hell just happened. In a moment I was up like a bolt too, running into the house. I threw down my jacket and threw my boots to the side in my search from her. I head sobs coming from upstairs and followed them to her room. "Jess, what's wrong?" I asked through the door, "Come on, what happened. Why are you crying?"

"Just go away," she managed through sobs.

"Why, I don't understand, what's wrong, Jess?"

" I'm sorry I did that, so sorry, just leave me alone. You must think I'm a slut or something, kissing my own brother."

I couldn't let her think that. I broke the lock on the door and went in. She was face down on her bed, crying into a pillow. "Come on," I said, "you haven't gotten out of your clothes yet. Look at your bed- everything's all wet." I walked over and pulled her up so she was sitting on her bed. She allowed herself to be limply lifted, like a rag doll or something. She still sobbed, while I took off her hat and scarf, throwing them to the floor. I pulled off her boots, and took off her coat, then sat next to her. I put my hand on her back and asked again, "What's wrong, sis?"

"Don't look at me," she moaned' "You must hate me. You must think I'm a slut or a whore!"

"No, why would I think that?"

"I kissed you. I shouldn't have done that. You're my brother and that's not allowed. I'm must look so ugly now. How can you stand me?'

"No, you're beautiful. Nothing happened, nothing was wrong. I don't think less of you," I said, then noticed she was shivering under my hand and that goose bumps were covering her skin, "You're still wet. Let's go, I'll take you to my room- the bed's dry."

She didn't move and I lifted her in my arms as she whimpered. I put her down on my bed and told her to take off her wet clothes. She didn't respond again, so I did it for her. I took off her sweater and pants. She didn't resist, and I slid her panty and bra clad body under my sheets. She looked up at me and asked, "You don't think I'm sick? You don't think I'm a slut?"

"Stop that," I told her, "You're not a slut. You're beautiful. I don't think anything evil of you. You're my sister and I love you." With that I left to make lunch and let her warm up under the covers.

I returned with a bowl of soup and cup of tea for her. Finally moving, she sat up and accepted them. I stripped down to my boxers and slid into the other side of my bed, which was queen sized. I put my arm around her shoulder as she ate and let her lean against me. She was still cold, but I tried to warm her clammy skin. When she finished, she put the bowl and mug aside and looked at me through red eyes. "You don't hate me?" she asked.

"Look, I don't hate you. But, why did you kiss me?" I said.

"I couldn't help it. I just kissed. I know I'm your sister and I shouldn't have, but I couldn't stop. Didn't it bother you?"

"Jess, I'm a twenty year old man. A very sexy young woman kissed me very well. Why would it bother me, sister or not?"

"Don't make fun of me. You're so big and strong. You're handsome and kind, so funny and smart. I always see all the girls hanging around you and I get jealous. My friends are always saying they want to fuck you."

"Hey, who? I want names. I want numbers."

"Stop it, Dan. I always imagine you with those girlfriends of yours and I'm jealous. I want you to myself." She looked up at me and said, "I love you."

"I love you too."

"No, you don't understand. Not like a sister. I love you."

I held her face. "I know," I said. I pulled her face closer to mine, "I love you too." With that I kissed her. She was warm and alive again. I held her face to mine with both my hands and I felt her respond. She kissed back, opening her mouth against mine. She grabbed the back of my head and pressed harder. It was such hot kissing, such passionate kissing. It blew every other kiss I'd had out of the water. I slid my hands under her firm behind and lifted that fleshy pleasure to my lap. Feeling that sexy warmth against my thighs gave me an instant erection.

Her long legs were crossed to my side; I took a hand and put it on her thigh, feeling the soft flesh. With my other hand, I brushed her long hair away from her neck and over her shoulder. Her lower-back length tresses fell into the crevasse between her breasts, and with her low-cut bra, served to emphasize the large mounds. The sight of that caused my dick to swell even more and I know my sister felt it because she giggled and said, "Oh, Dan!"

I leaned forward and brushed my lips against the skin of her neck. She faintly smelled of flowers from the crèmes and lotions she used. It was enticing. I kissed her neck, while she wrapped her hands around my own. She moaned, "It feels so good." I stuck out my tongue and slid my mouth down to the nape of her neck. I gently sucked and she moaned even more, twisting in my lap. Her hands ran through my hair, encouraging me even more, and I slid the hand that was squeezing her thigh up between her legs. Spreading my fingers, she parted her legs without any resistance.

I ran the tips of my fingers over her panty-covered mound and she moaned again. I prodded her lightly, running my fingertips up and down her crotch, feeling her panties getting wetter and wetter by the second. With my free hand, I reached around to unclasp her bra. "Yes," she said, egging me one, "take it off…" "Here, sis, spin around and straddle me," I instructed. She did so, and the resulting friction set my cock surging. The secret taboo of my sister's ass rubbing my crotch was turning me on more than any other girl I'd been with.

She pressed her crotch into mine, and she settled down onto my balls, the base of my dick pressing against her slit while my head rested up against her stomach. She arched her back, and pressed harder against my shaft. She bounced up and back slightly, then down and in, up and out, down and in. I was lost in the pleasure she was bringing me when her breasts caught my eye. While I had unhooked the straps in back, the ones over her shoulder still held the cups against her loosely, covering her chest. I leaned in and took a long slow lick up her cleavage, and very long journey on a girl her age.

I pulled back and caught her eye. She was flushed, yet glowing, a sheer expression of passion on her face, and lust in her eyes. I noticed she was studying me just as intently, and I realized I must have had the exact same on my own face and in my eyes. She stopped bouncing and leaned in, her large bosom mashed against my chest and her nipples boring holes through my body. She put her head against mine, cheek to cheek, and I felt her flawless skin against my own rough, unshaven face. "I love you," she said into my ear as I kissed her cheek. Her skin was blemish free, and softer than any other girl's I'd been with.

"I love you too, sis," I told her as she pulled away again. She leaned back and started to bounce again, but my firm hand on her shoulder stopped her. In a commanding voice, I said, "Arms above your head."

She did as she was told, and I reached forward, pulling her bra up and off. Her naked tits were open to my view and I sat there for a bit, just studying them. However, I was interrupted from this trance by her voice. "Well, are you just going to stare," she asked, "or are you going to do something?"

Not wanting to disappoint the lady, I reached both hand up and cupped each breast. Her nipples poked into my palms as I squeezed each mound, surprised at how firm and full they were. I knew my sister had a knockout chest, but this was incredible. I began to play with each one, squeezing, rubbing. I grabbed her nipples and slowly twisted and pulled. With my fingertips, I traced concentric circles toward her areolas starting from under each mass.

She began to rock forward on my lap again, rubbing my shaft against her lower belly. She arched her back so my hands would fill with her breasts. She put her hands on the mattress behind her so she would fall and arched as far back as she could, forcing her mound against my cock and simultaneously flooding my hands with warm flesh. She started moaning, while I did the same.

Her bouncing increased in speed and I began to flex my hips upward, increasing the pressure between us. Soon my bed was squeaking because of our grinding crotches.

She stopped leaning back, and put her arms between mine. Her little hands found the head of my cock. She rubbed through my boxers, and further pressed against the base of my dick. She put one slim fingered hand into the hole in my boxer shorts, and I gasped when I felt her attempt to encircle my cock. Her hand was cool, and it felt good against the skin of my shaft, which was on fire. She pulled the monster out of my shorts and grabbed it with both hands.

"It's so big!" she said, her eyes going wide with astonishment. She was petite, and her hands were not big enough to accommodate my girth, so she used both hands to fist my shaft. She began to increase the speed of her grindings, and her pumping of my shaft quickened as well. I grabbed each of her magnificent tits in a hand and squeezed hard.

"Oh fuck!" she moaned. "Oh fuck! It feels so good! It feels so fuckin' good!"

"Shit yeah, sis!" I cried. "Pump my cock! Drain my balls, sis!"

"Yes! Oh, Dan!" she yelled as loud as she could. "Fuck! Fuck!"

"Don't stop! Don't stop!" I cried out again. "I'm so close! Jess, I'm gonna cum! You're gonna make me cum!"

Suddenly her back arched yet again, and she screamed something incomprehensible. She continued grinding me, but she bounced harder. Her movements became stiffer and I realized she was climaxing. I played with her tits more roughly, pulled and twisting nipples. I leaned forward and brought my lips to one of her nipples for the first time. "That's it! Suck my tit! Suck my fuckin' tit! Make me cum!" she yelled.

Her grinding, her manipulations of my cock, as well as her words drove me over the edge. I erupted. She pulled away and watched as my cum came flying out of my dick. I could tell she was still with me as her body was trembling, especially her crotch and thighs.

Spurt after spurt shot out. She held onto my dick and directed the spurts onto her nubile body. Most of it splashed onto her breasts. Her heavy mounds blocked the loads, and subsequently, they became drenched. Her nipples were glistening with my seed. Once, a long rope of semen was strong enough that it flew way up and hit her long blonde hair. It left a trail across from her right ear across her cheek and ended on her neck. By the time I had wound down, a few blasts hit her stomach and the rest dribbled over and onto her hands.

She came down with me and leaned to the side. I could she was exhausted. I pulled her from my lap and lied her down on the mattress next to me. I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. "That was fucking insane," she said, "that was incredible, Dan."

I got up and kneeled between her legs, which she obediently held open for me. I pulled her little panties down to her thighs, exposing her pussy to my eyes for the first time. There was a sparse covering of light pubic hair above her slit. I guess she saw me looking closely. "I shaved it," she explained.

I then pulled her underwear to her knees and she brought each leg up, allowing me to take them off completely. I brought it to my nose and inhaled. "It smells sexy. I'm going to keep it," I said.

Then I stood above her, my cock visibly softening through the opening of my shorts. "I gotta get hard again if you wanna fuck," I told her, "why don't you do something." She started to sit up, but I stopped her, "No, stay on your back."

I pulled my boxers down and stood over her, finally naked. I took my cock in my hand and stared at her. She looked so perfect lying there. Her face was framed by her long golden hair, which spilled over my pillow. Her green eyes looked pleadingly up at me, I could sense her need. Her full lips were pursed, waiting for me.

Her body was slim, which only accentuated her large breasts, already bigger than our mother's and most 'adult' women. Her nipples were little caps on the mounds that have never been matched by any other woman's I've seen. Her long, white legs were spread-eagled around my feet and I could clearly see her pink puffy lips there. My dick was growing at a quick rate. Unbelievable, huh?

Her skin glistened from my semen and her crotch from her own fluids. "God, I take it back," I said.

"Take what back, honey?" she asked sweetly.

"What I said before," I explained, "you are a slut. My little slut. Now lie still, I'm gonna grab my camera and snap a few pics of your cum soaked body, slut."

"Hurry!" she pleaded.

I got the digital camera in my desk and resumed my position standing above her. I brought the camera to my eye and snapped a pic of her lying there, with her arms above her head. I took two more, one of her face, starting from her shining breasts, and the other of just her face- I wanted to preserve the image of that cum trail across her cheek and her shiny pearl necklace. Then she got into it.

She cupped her hands under her breasts and brought them together, creating an awesome cleavage. She swirled her finger in the pool of cum on her stomach and brought it to her lips, rubbing it over them like it as lip balm. She did this again, but let the heavy drops stay right on the corner of her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and slowly licked up the cum. With her tongue outside her mouth, pulling half a glob of semen from her lips, she stared at my, her eyes boring in their passion. "Mmm, tastes good," she said as I snapped a picture.

To this day, I think it is the sexist picture I have ever taken of my sister.

She then brought her hand down over her stomach and to her crotch. I took a few pictures as her fingers disappeared into her slit. She started frigging herself as I watched. Her fingers found her clit and toyed with it as I captured the scene with my camera. "Enough of this," she said forcefully, "are you just going to take pictures or are you going to do something?"

I got kneeled between her legs as I put the camera on the nightstand. I took my cock in hand again and asked, "Are you a virgin?"

"No," she replied, "I didn't want our first time to hurt and I wanted a little experience for you."

"Oh, Jess, you're such a little considerate little slut." I rubbed the head of my dick over her slit. It left a trial of precum from her asshole to her pubic hair.