A Slut for a Sister Ch. 01

The best thing about my dad getting married again was that his wife is Chinese and I have a thing about Oriental, or part-Oriental women. Dad's new wife was fucking gorgeous - she'd been a cabin attendant, or whatever the fuck they call them, for Cathay Pacific. She was 50, a year younger than dad and best of all she had a daughter!

Gina was 20-years-old, a year younger than me, and she'd inherited her mum's looks, her stunningly black hair and her tiny little figure. Gina's mum was originally married to an Italian football player who she'd got pissed on champagne during a flight from Hong Kong to Rome, or somewhere equally fucked. So my new stepsister was part Chinese, part Italian. And she was so totally good-looking I'm getting a hard-on just thinking about her.

Anyway, dad - he's a professional golfer on the old men's circuit - married again a year ago. I was glad for him. My mum had fucked him around and taken so much in the messy divorce that the poor old fucker was forced back to the old men's tour to make ends meet. Luckily, he won two tournaments last year so we're back on track, money-wise.

Which suits me just fine, because I'm a professional slacker. I'm going to work as a motor mechanic some day, but right now I just like to lay around the house, drink beer, comb the net for Oriental porn and work out at the local gym to keep fit. Dad doesn't approve, but since he and my stepmother spend so much time on the old fuckers' tour, it means I get to do what I like.

Anyway, a couple of months ago, Gina came home from the fucking useless university where she's studying art history. Shit I was glad to see her! Denver is fucking boring at the best of times, but Denver in midsummer is the pits. Give me the football season any day.

Let me try to describe the little tart for you. When I say little, she's about an inch over five feet and I guess she weighs 85 or 90 pounds dripping wet.

Her hair is glorious. It's jet black, it shines with a sheen that you can almost see your face in. She's got beautiful brown eyes, lovely black eyelashes. She's also got a body. I guess her tits are around 34 inches, her waist - well, I can almost get the fingers on one hand to reach the tips of the others when I grab her around the waist. Her tush is quite prominent, which means it's one of the loveliest I've ever seen. Shapely legs.

But it's her face which is so Grade A fucking fantastic. I don't know about you, but the first thing I look for in a woman, before her tits and ass, before her legs, is her face. I guess you could say I'm a sucker for a pretty face. She's got one of those baby doll Asiatic type of faces, but she's not too Asiatic 'cos of her father, I guess.

Well, dad was off playing in some heated hell hole like Tennessee, or Arkansas, or god-knows-where, and stepmum was with him. Which meant that I was with Gina!

The day she arrived, I had been out with some of my motor car nut mates, drinking too much piss, so I checked to see she'd arrived OK, then told her we'd catch up the next day.

The next morning, despite the fact I'd had too much fucking beer the night before, I got up at a reasonable hour because I was really keen to set eyes on Gina again. I was disappointed. I'd made breakfast - flapjacks washed down with lashings of hot coffee - and she didn't show.

After breakfast I walked into the lounge, sprawled in a chair and read a magazine, one of those so-called "men's magazines", which show lots of tits and ass but no nipples or minges. Fuck knows why I waste my money on 'em.

Anyway, there I am, dressed only in shorts and a T-shirt trying to wonder what some Limey model bird named Nell McAndrew would be like in the sack, when Gina walked in. And fuck, did she grab my attention!

She was wearing a bikini in what they call metallic lycra, which meant it shone and gleamed like the chrome on a 1950s Caddy. The bikini was a sort of blue colour, and the bra was barely there around her breasts - the sides of her globes were there to be seen between the thin strips covering her nipples. The bikini bottom wasn't really a bikini. It was a strip covering her mons and her pussy and the back was just a string, revealing her glorious little ass. She was also wearing high heels, which just drives me wild. A woman in a bikini and in high heels sends signals to my cock! Fuck she looked great.

Anyway, this fucking vision walked over, bent down and kissed me on the mouth - on the fucking mouth!

"Hi Brad," she said in her perfect American accent. "Looking at one of your men's magazines, I see," she said. "Gimme a look."

And she held out a lovely little hand, but I pushed her away. "It's a men's thing, you wouldn't understand, sis," I told her, but in a jokey, friendly sort of way. "And anyway, shouldn't you put some clothes on?"

She laughed and did a pirouette, displaying her smashing figure. "I got it last week and I thought I'd model if for you since it's so fucking hot today. Like it?"

"What there is of it is fucking sensational," I said. And then she jumped me! The little vixen plunked herself right down on my lap and grabbed the mag from me. I didn't protest too much, I fancied her like mad.

Making herself comfortable on me, Gina flicked through the pages. "I see what you mean about 'a man's thing'," she said. "Fast cars, fast motor bikes, sexy watches - ooh, and look at the tits on that!"

She had the page open at the Nell McAndrew spread.

"Fuck, I wish I had tits like that," said Gina.

"You've got great tits," I protested, "better than hers. And probably just as big, it's the way she's been photographed."

"Do you reckon they're real?" she asked, inspecting more pages of the little Limey blonde.

"Hard to say, probably not," I said.

"It wouldn't be hard to say if you sucked 'em," said Gina. "Would you like to suck them?"

"Er, yes, I guess I would," I replied.

Then Gina slammed the mag shut, threw it casually on the floor and looked me straight in the eye. "OK, Brad," she said, with a smile, "where's your porn collection, I want to look at it."

I stammered: "My porn collection?"

Gina laughed. "Yes, your porn collection, brother dear. You know - filthy pictures. You're 21-years-old and every man aged from about 16 on has a porn collection. And I want to see it. Come on, it's got to be up in your bedroom, let's go."

And with that the scantily-clad madam held out a hand, took mine and dragged me upstairs. Not that I was protesting too much, she looked sensational and I was seriously excited.

In my bedroom, I pulled my large envelope containing some 200 pictures I'd downloaded from the internet and stood beside my bed.

Gina looked around the room and sniffed: "Fuck, this room looks like a tornado's hit it. Let's go to my room."

And she led the way, her bare, pert little buttocks jouncing in a horn-inducing way as she preceded me.

In her room she removed two big books from her sheets - one about the influence of some chap called J M W Turner, the other about the legacy of Vince Van Gogh, or something like that. No, I'd never heard of 'em either.

Gina climbed onto the middle of the large bed, grabbed the envelope from my hands and put it by her side. "Now Brad," she said, eyeing me sternly, "you're way over-dressed. Get that T-shirt and shorts off."

I protested, but she snapped: "Don't be such a spoilsport. I'm almost naked and I want to see your body - I know you work out a lot. Come on, don't be a party pooper."

I pulled off my T-shirt revealing my tanned and tone upper torso.

"Very nice, very nice indeed," said my stepsister, in an evil little tone. "Come on, and the shorts."

"I can't," I cried, "I'm sorry, not the shorts."

"Why the fuck not," said Gina, placing the envelope on her lap and preparing to inspect its contents.

"Because I'm only wearing a thong, that's why the fuck not," I almost shouted.

"Oh don't be such a fucking prude," said Gina. "I'm wearing less than a fucking thong and I've seen you eyeing my buns, so get the shorts off."

And with that she leaned over and pulled me onto the bed and made a grab for my shorts.

"OK, for chrissakes," I relented, dragging the garment off to reveal my little white satin thong.

"Oh fuck," exclaimed Gina, "I so love the way the white contrasts with your fucking tan. That is so fucking tasty, Brad. Now, let's see what you've got."

My hands flew to my groin and held on to the thong for grim life.

Gina roared with laughter. "In this, stupid," she said, waving the envelope in front of my face.

She pulled out a sheaf of A4 sized pictures and started to thumb through them. The first set was of a porn model I really fancied, named Puma Swede, a busty blonde - nothing Oriental about her, at all.

"Big tits," remarked Gina, "but they must be surgically enhanced. And a very strange name. Next."

Jenna Jameson revealing all her porno charms was next. "Don't like her," commented Gina, "looks sexy but rather hard. Next."

Next was a collection of about 10 pictures of Amber Evans showing off her lovely body in a selection of mouth-watering lingerie.

"Very nice," was Gina's summation. "Lovely figure. And that sexy lingerie makes me wet."

"Makes me hard," I commented, and Gina leaned over and planted a slow kiss on my mouth.

"Glad to hear it, darling bro," she said, "just wait till you see me in some of mine!"

Then Gina arrived at the pictures I always knew would reveal far too much about my sexual preferences than I felt she should. Or maybe I wanted her to know all along, who knows?

This was a set of pictures of a long-legged Oriental lady in a quarter-cup satin bra and crotchless panties. She had on boots which laced up to just below her knees. The heels were high and chunky. The pictures left nothing to the imagination.

As if that wasn't bad enough, the woman was a doppelganger - is that the right word? - for my stepsister. But Gina didn't remark on that.

"Lovely tits, much bigger than mine," she said, enviously. "And a lovely pussy - shaved, just like mine."

"You shave?" I said, trying to conceal the excitement in my voice. I just love the sight of a shaved or semi-shaved pussy.

"Hell yes, otherwise all my pubic hair would be sprouting out the sides of this little bikini bottom and that would be most unsightly. You wouldn't want little Gina-wina to appear unsightly, would you Braddy-waddy?" she asked, in a little girl, sing-song voice.

"Er, no, of course not," I stammered.

Then Gina delved deeper into the pictures of the tall Oriental lady. And she found what I was fearing - or hoping - all along. The lovely Asiatic bird being fucked like there was no tomorrow by this big Caucasian stud.

The man was well built - well, his muscles were about the same as mine, even down there. I've got an eight and a half inch cock, circumcised like the man in the pictures Gina was inspecting and, also like the man in the porn pictures, I shave my cock shaft and ball bag.

"He's yummy," said Gina, "I could fancy him. I so like the way he obviously shaves that big prick."

Then Gina looked inquiringly at me. "Do you shave, Brad?"

I must have turned bright red.

"Oh, you do, you fucking do," said Gina, who then darted for my thong and before I knew it had pulled the garment away from my crotch. My cock spilled out from the constraints of the satin and displayed an erection that while not fully-blown was certainly more than semi-stiff.

Gina gasped: "Oh my god, Brad, it's beautiful. Oh, it's so fucking lovely."

And then, as I sat on the bed transfixed, Gina lowered her mouth and took the helmet of my cock in her mouth and sucked strongly on it. It was the most wonderful thing I'd ever felt!

Then she pulled the thong down and tossed it to the floor, making me totally naked. I felt both excited and uneasy. "Gina," I whispered, "this is wrong."

Her response was to fondle my stiffy. "What's wrong about it?" she asked. "If mom hadn't married your dad and we met in a bar and you fancied me there wouldn't be one fucking thing wrong with it. Now, shut up, I want to look at these pictures, I've got a theory."

Gina looked at the set of the man performing cunnilingus on the Oriental stunner, on her performing fellatio on him, of them fucking doggy-style, of him coming over her face. Then she tossed the discarded pictures and the envelope onto the floor and stared intently at me.

"I've just worked it out," said Gina, as if she had suddenly realised that two plus two added up to four.

"You masturbate to these pictures, don't you?" she asked.

"That didn't take much working out," I snorted. "Course I masturbate to them - that's the whole point of pictures like these."

"Yes," said Gina, "but when you masturbate to them, you fantasize that's it me in the pictures, don't you? She looks a lot like me, except she's taller and got bigger boobs.

"So you fantasize you're fucking me, not her. And that's why you've shaved your cock and balls, so you'll be like the stud in the pictures here. In your fantasy you're fucking me, just like he's fucking her in the stuff you've downloaded."

I lowered my head and mumbled: "That's right, sis. I'm sorry, I really am."

Gina whooped in delight. "You're sorry? What the fuck for? I think it's absolutely fucking fantastic. You've got a thing about Asiatic women, haven't you?"

Again, I confessed that I had.

Then, with a quick flick of her hands behind her back, Gina had removed her bra. Her lovely 34-inch titties stood up, full and form, the nipples brown and gleaming, surrounded by quite small areolae.

"Well, stop fantasizing and start sucking, Brad," she ordered, and knelt across my upper torso and pressed her gloriously firm breasts against my mouth.

I raised my hands to her shoulders and began to kiss her erect nipples, sucking as much of her breast into my mouth as I could, my hands then roaming to her bare buttocks. I slipped her bikini bottom off and she assisted me. Soon we were both stark naked.

Then, Gina pulled her breasts from my oral adoration and moved up my body until her pussy was staring me in the face. Her sex lips were slim, but they were glistening with arousal. Her clitoris was a small, pert little bud. Her skin was dark brown around the outer folds of her sex. A tiny little jet black strip of pubic hair gleamed at her mons. The aroma was intoxicatingly heady.

I raised my mouth and placed my lips on her labia lips, tasting the salty sweetness of her sex juices. Then I delved between the lips, pressing against her cunt, then up to her clit.

"Oh that is so fucking wonderful, Brad," I heard her coo from above me. "Something tells me you've done this before."

Then she removed her minge from my face and lowered it to my stiffy, which was point at my chin. Taking my shaft on one hand she squatted above me and placed the head of my helmet onto her cunt lips.

I held my breath, not daring to believe what was happening but realising that in moments I was going to fulfil a fantasy I'd had since I was 16 and fancied a little Chinese girl in the same grade. I was going to fuck a China doll!

Gina let go a sigh of ecstasy as she impaled herself on my stiffness and then her pussy had completely enveloped my hard-on and she had fallen on top of me, her mouth mashing against mine as we kissed in the first throes of a torrid fuck.

My stepsister didn't fuck about. She moved earnestly and swiftly to her climax. As she neared the point of no return, she raised her upper body and hissed "Suck my nipples, first one, then the other, and do it fast, tit-to-tit at speed, Brad".

I did as she instructed and within a minute, well no less than 90 seconds, she had hammered away on me until she roared: "Fuck me, I'm cuuuuuuuuming!" Then she pulled her breasts from my face and pulled her cunt from my cock and placed her pussy length onto my thigh, graunching and grinding her sex lips against me until her climax peaked, then faded.

"Oh fuck, that was wonderful," said Gina, pressing her breasts against my pecs, and kissing me lingeringly. "It was so fucking wonderful, I've got to tell my best friend. Do you mind?"

I looked puzzled.

Gina grinned: "She's called Ming, she's 23 and she's got much bigger breasts than mine."

"Ming?" I said.

"Yep," said Gina, "she's part-Chinese on her mother's side, American on her dad's. You'll love her."

And with that, Gina rolled over and picked up her mobile phone, punched a code in and as the number rang, she resumed her squatting position above my still blood-engorged cock.

"Hi Ming, it's me," she announced.

Ming obviously made some small talk, Gina continued: "You know I told you that I thought my stepbrother fancied me? Well, guess what?"

Ming obviously replied.

Then Gina went on: "Well, you'll never guess what I'm doing now."

Ming again replied.

Then it was Gina's turn: "All right, all right, I'll get to the point. I'm holding his hard-on and it's kissing my outer cunt lips. It's more than eight inches, it's cut and it's gorgeous, so fucking tasty. Know what I'm doing now? I'm sliding down his cock, oooh that feels so fucking good. Right, I'm impaled on Brad. Wanna talk to him?"

Gina listened for a moment, then handed me the phone, saying, rather unnecessarily, I thought: "This is Ming."

"Hi Ming," I said.

"Hi Brad, you naughty boy," came a deep, husky American accent. "You like fucking your sister?"

"Yes, Ming," I replied, running one hand over Gina's terrifically firm breasts as I chatted, "she's wonderful."

"Been down on her, have you?" asked Ming.

"Yes," I said, as Gina pumped up and down on my erection.

"Doesn't she taste great?" said Ming, with a chuckle.

"You mean you know?" I asked Gina's best friend.

"Course I do," said Ming. "It's not that we're lesbians, Brad, but sometimes during a boring evening spent studying it's nice to taste a lovely perfumed pussy. Pussies taste nice, don't they?"

"Yes, Ming, they do," I answered.

"I hope you'll like the taste of my pussy," said Ming, and I felt my cock give a sudden surge. Here I was, in my first fuck fest with my stepsister and I was having phone sex with her best friend!

"Er, that sounds wonderful, Ming," assured her.

"Put Gina back on," said Ming, and I passed the phone back.

As I did, I could contain my excitement no longer and I announced with a hiss: "Sis, I'm coming."

"Hold on Ming, he's about to shoot," said Gina. She dropped the phone on the bed, pulled off me, quickly placed her mouth against my shuddering cock head and smiled as my semen splattered against her face.

The second load she sucked down, then rubbed my erection onto the globs of spunk I'd shot onto her cheeks and moved them down to her mouth. She sucked them down thirstily.

Licking her lips with content, Gina picked up the phone and told her friend: "He's just come, the big hunk. And very tasty, too. Now, how about grabbing an airline ticket and getting down here for a break. We've got weeks off."

Ming spoke, then Gina told her: "Great, call me when you're organised and we'll pick you up from Denver International."

Gina climbed from the bed and went to her overnight bag. From it she picked a photo album and sat back down beside me.

Some pages into the album, she stopped at about six pictures of a brunette beauty in T-shirts and shorts, but in the last picture, lying on a towel in a garden.

I gaped. She was busty - 36ers, I thought - with long, dark brown legs that seemed to go on forever, as the cliches have it.

"I told you," smiled Gina, smugly, "she's a stunner, isn't she?"

Suddenly, summer in Denver promised to be less boring than usual.

To be continued...