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

My Lovely s****r Monica

... one thing I do have, and had even at that age, was an enormous cock and balls. Maybe big endowments just run in the f****y or something. At that age I wasn't even sure it was a good thing. But the thought that that was the thing that turned my s****r on most was unbelievably frustrating. Just to make it worse the scuttlebutt was confirmed when I overheard my s****r talking to some girlfriends, and grading guys by the size of their meat. By f******n though I was getting to the age where it wasn't really cool to lust after one's own s****r, and I toned it down around the guys. By fifteen I'm sure I'd stopped completely. It wasn't easy, because it was still ok for my friends to drool over her. What's more, with her getting older and me pretending not to care anymore, my s****r became less self-conscious about her body. If none of our friends were over she would matter -of-factly step out of the bathroom with her boobs practically falling out of her robe, or walk around with her braless tits bouncing under a T-shirt. Maybe needless to say the fact that I pretended not to lust after my s****r anymore didn't mean I'd really stopped. Even as I got older, and started to get a little action myself, she fueled more than a few of my fantasies. Maybe it made it worse. Now that I knew what it felt like I was green with envy of the guys that actually got to give it to her. And as we got older she stopped treating me like a k** b*****r. In fact we developed a very warm relationship, and my ...

... s****r is a very huggy-kissy type of person. It drove me crazy when she gave me a big hug, and I felt those enormous tits of her mashed against me. I strug- gled to hide the fact that it usually gave me a raging hard-on. Skip forward a few years... I was living at home and Monica was living on campus. She was home from college for a holiday. Her last day home we had a bunch of friends and relatives over, and she wound up staying later than she should have. Her school was about half a day's drive, and she said that she had to be there the next morning for an important test. Having recently gotten my driver's license, I gallantly offered to take her. She said that she'd be able to find a place for me to sl**p before making the return trip. My folks were still worried though, and gave us a few bucks to stop off on the way and get a little sl**p if we had to. I was glad they did. About half way through the trip we were both ready to nod off. After fighting off the highway hypnosis for another half an hour, we stopped at the only motel we'd seen. Small problem - the only room available had just one double bed. No problem, Monica said, we were only going to stop off for a few hours. As we went to our room I was so tired that I almost fell asl**p on my feet. Monica didn't even bother to go into the bathroom to undress. She just nonchalantly peeled off her jeans, and then, in that way that girls learn in summer camp, took off her bra without removing her shirt. Maybe she should have ...