My Lovely s****r Monica - Sex Stories

My Lovely s****r Monica

My s****r Monica is four years older than I am, and more than a little attractive. That's something I noticed early on, maybe when I was around ten. I know that seems awfully young to notice such a thing, but that's the way guys are. Even though at that age they may not know exactly why such things are interesting (and they certainly want nothing to do with girls their own age) they're still interested in girls who are old enough to be developed. Especially when they're developed in the chest area. That described Monica all right - developed, especially in the chest area. She was an amazingly early bloomer and even at that tender age had an incredible body. Not just her tits either. Everything. Face, hair, hips, waist, ass, legs. You name it she had it. But without a doubt her best asset, even then, was an absolutely incredible pair. My friends noticed it too. We'd talk about what it would be like to catch a glimpse of her in the alto- gether, or even just in her underwear. I tried to do it too, and succeeded once. Just bra and panties, but still some kind of thrill. She complained to our folks of course, who told me to knock it off. They really didn't think much of it though. Pretty normal stuff actually, guys that age trying to catch a peek of their older s****r. Of course as my friends and I got a little older our interest got more serious. By around twelve, guys are pulling their puds and wishing they didn't have to do it solo. And Monica had only developed further. My ...

... friends and I had many lecherous discussions about her, particularly her chest. What really drove me crazy though is that I knew that for some guys Monica was more than just eye candy. She was fond of having guys over after school, before our parents got home. She would close the door to her room for an hour or so, and the titillating sounds would drive me crazy. My room was right next to hers, and more than a few times I went there and stroked my meat - my imagina- tion fueled by listening to the load moans and the squeaking bed. When I was f******n my s****r and I were in the same high school for a year. My frustration was only increased by what I saw in school. On a daily basis I was confronted by what I'd long suspected - that my sweet s****r was THE girl with the big tits. Every high school has one, a girl whose chest is so big that it clearly stands out from every other girl's. And it seemed like every guy in the school talked about her tits - and her reputation. Her reputation wasn't so much that she'd give it to anybody, it was more that if she gave it to you she'd give it to you incredibly good. She'd let you slide your meat between those enormous tits and swallow your juice down to the last drop. Then if you met her standards you couldn't stop her from fucking your brains out. "Standards" meant she was only interested in you if you were hung like the proverbial horse. For me that was the most frustrating thing of all. In most re- spects I'm an average looking guy, but ...