My name is Brian. I am currently twenty years old. My younger sister, Jamie, is eighteen years old. I am five foot eleven, broad shoulders, I work out, but I am not a total huge body builder. I get statements from my sister that a lot of girls at my school “supposedly” like me, but unlucky for them, I don’t like them that way. I barely know them, my sister on the other hand…that’s a different story altogether.
Though I usually think about my sister, I never tell anyone because they’d think I’m a sick-o. Of course I know there “are” people out there who screw their own family, but I never hear anyone saying anything. I think its because they don’t want anyone thinking their weird or anything. I wouldn’t blame em though.
Every night I think about my sister before I go to bed at night. Sometimes I get off easy, other nights I don’t. I usually think about eating her out or her sucking my cock. Though if you ask me, I think I’d cum harder when she’d suck my dick. Personally I find it sexier if a girl sucked my cock. I like it better that way.
I remember one night I heard her sucking her boyfriends cock, I wanted to watch real badly, but I didn’t want to get caught. I would of sneaked my way around and jacked off watching her suck his cock. That’d be the day, just thinking about her mouth over my cock gets me hard as hell. My sister is about 5’7; she’s probably about 135lbs. She has black hair, green eyes, long sexy legs, and a smooth sexy stomach with a wonderful firm butt. She has the sexiest tits I’ve ever seen. She has to be a 30 something B. I prefer B’s to anything else. Especially on my sister, I wish I could touch them really bad.
I should quit thinking and do something before anyone comes home. Though I don’t know what to do right now except think about getting into my sisters pants. I quit thinking about it and stand up and survey the room for a minute and decide to go into the kitchen and get a soda out of the fridge and drink something. Walking to the fridge I open the fridge and grab a can of Coca-Cola, opening it and drinking a mouthful of it. I then walk back into the living room, but decide I want to do something else, but I don’t know what to do. Everyone should be home pretty soon I think.
I guess I should start out by first describing myself since that seems the way these stories start off. My name is Denise, I’m a 19 year-old enjoying my summer vacation after my freshman year at Princeton. I’m 5’4″ 120 lbs 34B-25-36 with dark hair and brown eyes and of Italian descent. I have olive skin that gets golden in the summer time. I’ve been told that I am pretty and I generally have no problems getting a date. I lost my virginity in October and had one other lover at school this year. So that’s my personal data.
This summer for graduation, my dad arranged a trip to Greece with him and his fiancÃ©e and myself. I knew it was his attempt to get me and Cindy to get along. I didn’t like her at first. Of course, I was like most children of divorced parents who had the fantasy that mom and dad would get back together some day. My dad is a big time attorney and as usual, he cancelled out at the last minute because of an important client who got arrested. He said he would try to join us, but that never happened.
The other reason I didn’t like Cindy was she was only 30 and I figured she was a gold digger after dads money. My dad is a very handsome man but he’s 56, what could they possibly have in common. The other strike against her was she was gorgeous. Dad met her while he was in Vegas, she was a showgirl or something. Cindy was the typical blonde bombshell, pretty face awesome body and 36DD breasts which I saw along with a few hundred Greeks while we were away. She dragged me to a nude beach and although we only went topless, all eyes were on Cindy. It was like I didn’t exist when I was around her.
Worst of all, after being in Greece with her for a week or so I realized that she was pretty cool and that I really liked her. Once that hill was crossed, we had a great time and it didn’t matter that dad never joined us. The fact is, I developed a crush on Cindy while we were away. I had a strange attraction towards one of my roommates at school but I didn’t dare act on it, so the tingly feeling I got when I saw her topless at the beach and after that I saw her walk around the hotel suite barely dressed after showering was nothing new to me.
She was like hanging out with one of my roommates. We chatted up a storm and we talked about boys and one night she made a confession to me that drove me crazy and still does. When I asked her what attracted her to my dad she asked me if I really wanted to know. We had shared a bottle of wine at dinner and I was feeling quite tipsy but I still was taken off guard by her answer. She said when she was on her first date with dad, they were slow dancing and she felt a rather impressive lump in his slacks. “Dad’s got a big one?” I asked gasping. I had never thought about him that way.