Best Present Ever: Bitch Sister - Sex Stories

Best Present Ever: Bitch Sister

... bit her nipple gently and she moaned again in my ear, "That's it big brother, you are such a bad, bad boy." Being called bad boy turned me on, as I had always been perceived as “Mr. Perfect” or “Mr. Good-Boy”. I bit her nipple a little harder and she let out a little yelp and gave a slight chuckle, "You really want to be a bad boy, don't you big brother?" I bobbed my head in the affirmative, refusing to let her luscious breast out of my mouth. She gave my cock another squeeze and said, "This is going to be your best Christmas ever, big brother." Suddenly, she pulled her breast away and kissed me on the lips shoving her tongue in my mouth. The sloppy but passionate kiss lasted only a second or two, but it was so intense I could feel my juices flowing like never before. Unfortunately, she broke it too soon and whispered, "All good things come to those who wait, big brother." She pulled her robe back around her body and went back to her room. Just before she was about to disappear from view she turned and added, "And no jerking off big brother. I want you on the brink of pleasure at all times, understood?" I nodded my head in reluctant agreement, my cock already near the point of no return. She smiled, "Good boy," and walked away. I sat in my chair for minutes, waiting for my reaction to her sexual onslaught to calm down, as I reflected on what had just happened. I had just voluntarily attempted incest and wanted to finish the job. I tried to figure out what Sandra had in ...

... mind. She was a crazy girl and, I assumed, a pretty big slut, but seducing her own brother seemed unlikely. Yet, how else could you explain the past fifteen minutes? Unless she was setting me up to humiliate me completely. That scenario seemed just as likely, if not even more so than the scenario that ended with me fucking her. What was I thinking? Fucking my own sister was morally wrong on so many levels...yet, the only thing on my mind was making that absurdity a reality. I was even more determined to make my fantasy a reality, I was going to lose my virginity to my sister...one way or another. 3. MY FIRST BLOW JOB...A PLAN EMERGES That evening, around 11:30, I was in my room doing research for my one of my papers when my phone vibrated. I reached for it, wondering who would text me at this time of night. It was from Sandra. Sister: Big brother, get your ass to Beth’s house now. I stared at the phone for another minute when another text came. Sister: NOW! I texted back: Fine, I’ll be there in fifteen or twenty. I sighed as common sense had come to me after I had time to think about what had transpired between Sandra and me. Yes, my sister was incredibly hot and I desperately wanted to lose my virginity, but not to my sister. Still, I had decided she could be very helpful in teaching me how to talk to girls, and a party seemed like the perfect place to experiment with talking to girls. They would be younger, dumber, and I would not have to see them at school on Monday if I was ...