Summer of Love

Four years ago, my parents were killed in a car crash. My sister, Sarah, and I were devastated. I was 18 and slated for college out west, but changed my plans and remained in our childhood home to be with Sarah, who was still in High School at the time. Though our grandparents on my mom's side live nearby (2 miles away), they travel a good 11 months out of the year and left Sarah to me for the most part. I helped her cram for finals, pick a prom dress, choose a college, all the big stuff. On her 18th birthday, I even took a shot at the "safe sex" talk which inspired laughter and outright mockery from her.

Sarah is one of my favorite people, by the way. Smart, funny, and comfortable in her own skin, she is the opposite of phony. As I earned my degree in journalism, she blossomed into a natural beauty with the rare, added bonus of not knowing she is beautiful. She lives her life happily oblivious to the stares of strangers who can't help but take note of her full yet gracefully athletic figure; her lustrous brown hair and bright, green-brown eyes. Plus, she likes good music, good books, good movies...and me. We're best friends.

With her first year of college behind her, Sarah had moved home to live with me for the summer so I wasn't surprised when she texted one weekday afternoon saying she was cleaning our perpetually vacationing grandparent's pool and asking me to pick her up at 6. I left my office downtown and reached her early thinking I'd get some relief from the summer heat with a late-day swim.

As I walked around the side of the house toward the secluded back yard I instinctively slowed down. I'm not even sure why. Rather than yell something silly which I would normally do, I paused outside the wooden fence and watched her as she stood, swaying to the song that played on the radio, absently skimming leaves from the water's surface. She looked stunning in her short pink sundress and wore an expression, hard to name, I'd not seen from her before.

Before I could make my presence known, she lifted the dress over her head revealing her bikini-clad body and then surprised me by going one step further, pushing the bottoms off, revealing her shaved pussy and perfect, young, beautifully rounded ass. Jesus. She could have been a high priced call girl, a centerfold model.

"Fuck," I thought, "what the hell am I doing? I should leave her alone, give her some privacy."

But I simply couldn't. I watched with amazement as she eased down the steps at the shallow end and stood near the spot where I knew the water pumped out from the wall via the pool's elaborate filtration system. Her eyes were closed as she faced me, her large, full tits spilling out of her bikini top as she bent forward slightly, planted her feet wider, lifted a leg, almost like a pissing dog, to allow the most stimulating contact from the water's jet blasts. She moaned, softly at first, but then louder, reaching a hand down the front of her body to frig at her clit as the water fucked her from behind. Within moments, she panted, "fuck," several times, then shook and groaned as she climaxed.

My 10 inch cock was so hard it was difficult to move (picture a three-legged race in reverse) but I somehow managed to retreat and return to my car where I sat for several minutes willing myself back to sanity. When my erection had subsided, I returned to the pool to find Sarah all sweetness again. We fell into our usual roles - funny, loving, good-hearted brother and sister. But something had changed in me. The radio station that had previously been beyond my ability to hear, was all I picked up now...loud and clear. Sarah had become a powerfully alluring sexual being.

Late that night, I stroked myself to the memory of her smoothly shaved twat, those tits, her absolute fucking magnificence as she came, and easily followed suit.

A better man would have, I don't know, allowed himself that one forbidden, late-night sister-fantasy climax then moved on, forced normalcy at any cost. But the universe kept pushing me, prodding me. A pair of her panties would make their way into my laundry basket. I'd happen to pass the bathroom just as she emerged from a shower, her wrapped towel slipping slightly as she scurried to her room.

The crowning moment came as we searched together for the social security card she needed for an aid application and found an old shoebox in our attic. There were a few battered paperbacks from long ago. This would have been no big deal had they not contained wildly pornograpgic fiction. Sarah giggled as she read a random passage, blushing at the dirty language but seeming delighted by it. I couldn't help feeling my secret desires were being revealed.

There was also a homemade disc which Sarah gleefully took immediately to the laptop in my bedroom where we discovered it was a low-quality copy of a classic porn movie called "Taboo" chronicling a mother and son's forbidden desire. Noticing my discomfort (physical and otherwise) Sarah chided, " Is big brother embarrassed?"

"Big brother is bored," I lied, ejecting the disc and hoping she couldn't see how hard I was as I left the room ahead of her.

My dad used to describe a "dark night of the soul" in which you wrestle your demons and come out on the other side. I had my dark night of the soul that night, only the demons won. By the time the sun rose I knew what I would do.

I walked to Sarah's room and watched her. Even asleep, she looked incredibly sexy. The thin sheet tangled with her long, splayed legs and voluptuous body. I pushed off my sweat pants and stood naked. As I mentioned earlier, I am blessed with a very large cock (my high school basketball teammates jokingly called me "Horse") and I stroked it firmly as my resolve strengthened.

I stepped closer to the bedside and rested my pulsing beast across Sarah's forehead, then dragged the head, leaving a clear pre-cum trail, down to her slightly parted lips. Still sleeping, she instinctively sucked it a little, as if she were a baby and my dick was her thumb, but then she suddenly awakened and looked up at me.

For a moment she was terrified. Then she was confused. Then she was curious.

"I know you are my sister," I said softly, "and I love you, but I need you to do this."

Our eyes locked for a long, loaded moment. Finally, she nodded slightly.

I took her soft, relaxed hand and wrapped it around my thick shaft and used it to stroke myself as she struggled to fit the head in her mouth.

"You're so fucking sexy," I purred, as her hand found its own rhythm and mine fell away.

I pulled the sheet off of her, revealing her naked body. Her big tits rose and fell rapidly as her heart pounded beneath them.

"Spread your legs," I said, and she did.

"Play with your pussy," I said, and she did.

"Smear your juices onto your tits," I said, and she did.

"Finger that tight cunt for me," I said, and she did.

The tip of my huge hard-on tickled her throat. I wrapped my right hand tightly around the exposed remainder and jerked it roughly, making her gag a little.

"Get yourself off for me," I said, and she did.

The fingers of her right hand became a firm, focused blur as she worked her clit expertly, suddenly arching, moaning loudly around me, her voice creating a deep pleasurable vibration as she came fiercely.

Her attention turned to my giant cock which I pulled from her mouth and beat in a fast, hard, steady rhythm until that first heavy blast of my spunk littered her perfect young tits. Rope after rope after rope of thick cream splattered her tits, neck, face, then tits again. We were both amazed by my output.

"God," she said finally. "I've never seen so much cum."

"Get used to it," I replied.

She smiled her big, warm, sister smile, then used my cum to finger paint a heart above her left tit, before scooping as much as she could up and shoveling it into her hungry mouth.

"Does this thing have any other settings?" she joked.

I was still as hard as a rock, and suddenly realized how badly I needed to fuck her.

I took her by the hand and led her down the hall to the bathroom. I turned the shower onto hot and nodded for her to step in ahead of me. She faced the streaming water which washed her clean as I stood behind her. I poured soap into my hands and reached them around to massage her tits, her nipples. My cock pressed against the small of her back. Finally, I pushed her forward, bent my knees to lower myself slightly and worked my way slowly into the tightest, most snugly enveloping cunt I will ever know.

"Fuck," I growled, unable to resist ramming her with my ready fullness, my piston-dick making us an instant fuck machine with coils, springs and desire to burn.

We fucked like athletes, like porn stars, like siblings. She came repeatedly, gushing and screaming until finally I filled her with another hefty load of my seed.

The remainder of the summer was a dream. A natural and gifted submissive, Sarah got off (literally, exuberantly) on getting me off, however I chose to make that happen.

Car ride cock sucking, check.

Fuck yourself with that hair brush, no problem.

Wake up with my cock down your throat, of course.

We were playful, giddy, crazy. Once I shot my brother-sized load all over her tits and made her pay the pizza delivery boy with it oozing and streaming down her skin beneath a thin white T that stuck to her body. By the time she had made it to the kitchen with the steaming pie box her hand was down her shorts and she was shivering her climax.

I especially loved fucking her tits. I could not go more than three days without having her cover them in baby oil and sliding my cock between them until they were coated with batter.

But even as I type that, I realize her cunt was the summer's true star. It's tightness and excitability defy description. She came on my fingers, my tongue, my nose, toes and eye lashes and, most importantly, my prick, what seemed like dozens of times a day.

Her last Saturday home happened to be her birthday. She woke up to find her favorite breakfast (French toast and cantaloupe) prepared and smiled brightly as she sat at our kitchen table.

"What do you want for your 19th birthday?" I asked.

"Can I have anything?"

"Anything."

Her body still amazed me, even dressed as she was in plain gray sweats and a faded, T-shirt. I took it in as she stood and then followed her down the hallway to her bedroom.

She had me stand in the middle of her room then sat on the edge of her bed.

"Take off all your clothes," she said a little nervously.

"Okay little Miss Bossy Pants," I joked.

"Zip it, mister. You've called the shots all summer."

"Fair enough," I replied, pushing my sweats down and off and pulling off my T shirt.

My cock was not fully erect, but getting there. Big and bouncing. She looked at it admiringly.

"God I love your dick," she said. "I saw it last summer for the first time. Do you remember? You probably don't. I was waiting for the shower and your towel fell off right when you were leaving the bathroom." She bites her lower lip, slides a hand down to her crotch, remembering. "I couldn't stop thinking about it." She blushed which made her even more beautiful. "I got myself off over and over and over picturing that cock."

I'd grown fully erect and stepped closer to her, though just a little. She was almost in a trance as she talked.

"I orchestrated everything," she said as she pushed off her shorts and spread her legs slightly, revealing the glistening lips of her smoothly shaved pussy.

I was confused but incredibly turned on; jacking off in earnest now.

"I put my panties in your laundry basket."

She slid a finger along her dripping slit, lifted it to taste, then resumed playing with herself.

"I put those porn books and the DVD in the shoebox for us to find."

My heart was pounding, signaling me to stroke myself firmer and faster.

She pulled something out from under the bed cover. The pretty pink sundress she'd been wearing by our grandparent's pool.

"I was so fucking hoping you would get there early that day," she said, finger fucking herself briefly, then resuming a two-fingered attack on her clit. "I was soaked, waiting for you."

I was hypnotized by her and felt my cum begin its' slow, steady march.

She threw the dress on the floor between us, staring at my cock as I stroked it. Her voice pitched up slightly as she continued.

"For my birthday," she panted, closer to her high, steep pleasure cliff. "I want you to..."

Suddenly she screamed and squirted a series of clear shots of pussy juice down onto the dress, and came with a wild, hard, soaking wet fervor. She reached for the garment, wiped herself thoroughly with it, then held it in front of me.

"Cum on it for me," she pleaded breathlessly. "That's what I want for my birthday."

I happilly obliged with a vengeance, my biggest load yet.

"I am never going to wash this," she pronounced. "I am going to put it on once a day in my dorm room and get myself off with your cum, our cum, all over me." She lifted the dress, smelled our merged sex, and finished her thought. "This is the dress I was wearing the day I got my big brother to want to fuck me."

Slightly dazed, and a little amazed, I shook one last strand of my spunk onto Sarah's sundress.