My s****r's Bottom - Sex Stories

My s****r's Bottom

... without either of us touching her clit. It was incredibly erotic to feel her uncontrollable writhing and jerking as I filled her bum with my sperm. I was totally addicted and after her I wasn’t totally happy with a girlfriend who didn’t also enjoy anal sex, at least occasionally. Don’t get me wrong I enjoy vaginal sex too, but a deep, tight and well lubricated anal penetration between two beautiful, firm arse cheeks is just perfection - the chocolate icing on the cake. Even then, even when I was having sex with one of my girlfriends, my thoughts always came back to Janie’s cute bottom and what I’d like to do with it. Combining my dreams with that reality, now that would be something! Which brings me back to my s****r; we’d kept in touch as our lives developed. She’d married and divorced quite amicably with no c***dren and now she seemed happy developing her career. I’d had a number of long-term, ‘live-in’ girlfriends but none I felt was the one to spend the rest of my life with. By some strange quirk of fate Janie and I both ended up working and living in Chicago which meant I saw her more often. She was now a beautiful, mature woman in her mid thirties. She still had that superb bottom I fantasized about, although now, when we’d meet for lunch on workdays, it was encased in tight-fitting skirts or in tight jeans or shorts when she was at home. For someone who thought her bum was big she seemed to have no qualms about displaying it in tight clothing. I noticed, and I suspect ...

... she did too, that many men would take admiring glances as she passed by. I had a call from her one day saying there was going to be a pre-Christmas school reunion back home in a few months time – did I want to go for a long weekend and visit our parents as well? I told her it would be fun. My s****r, always the organized one, booked a rental car. It was a long drive but we could make it in a day if all went well. We set off early from Chicago chatting, laughing and enjoying the holiday. Fate however has a way of undermining the most careful plans. About 8 hours into the journey as we climbed a low range of hills we hit snow. Although it was light at first it soon became heavier and eventually we decided we’d have to stop and stay over; carrying on was getting stressful and we had plenty of time. The next town we came to was a small place with a church, a post office, a general store and a couple of hundred houses. We pulled into the store parking lot and went in to ask the owner if there were any hotels in the town. “Well there ain’t any hotels as such but the lady in the blue house by the church takes paying guests sometimes.” We thanked her for her help. Then she added, “You folks married?” “No, we’re b*****r and s****r.” “Oh well if you’ll take some advice from me you’ll tell her you’re married. She only has the one room and she’s a bit funny about letting it to non-married people. I don’t rightly know how she’d take to letting it to a b*****r and s****r, but if I were you ...