Having Sex with my Sister at Home
It was a hot summer Saturday and I was lounging around the house, bored out of my mind. My parents were out for the day at some boring lawn bowling tournament, so I had the place all to myself. I was sprawled out on the couch in just my boxers, flipping through channels, when my little sister Tara came bounding into the living room.
“Hey, loser! Where are Mom and Dad?” she chirped, plopping down next to me on the couch. Tara’s only 16 but she’s already stacked, with a tiny waist and these crazy big tits. She was wearing nothing but a skimpy pink tank top and a pair of denim cutoffs that were so short, they barely covered her ass.
“They’re at some lame bowling thing,” I replied with a shrug. “Why? You got plans or something?”
“Nah, just looking for someone to hang with,” Tara said, kicking her feet up and putting them in my lap. I tried not to stare at how her cutoffs had ridden up, exposing her creamy thighs. “We should get drunk! I snuck a bottle of gin from Dad’s liquor cabinet last week.”
I raised an eyebrow at her. “That’s really smart, Tare. If Mom and Dad catch us, you’re totally fucked.”
“They won’t be back for like, five hours!” she argued, rolling her eyes. “Live a little, will you? Come on, I’ll go grab the bottle and we can get lit.”
Tara hopped up and ran off to her room to grab the gin. I should have told her no, but she was already back before I could refuse, a triumphant grin on her face as she waved the bottle. She unscrewed the cap and took a swig, shuddering at the taste.
“Fuck, this is nasty!” Tara coughed, shoving the bottle at me. “Bottoms up!”
What can I say, I’m a sucker for a pretty face. I took a tentative sip and grimaced as the liquor burned all the way down my throat. Tara and I spent the next hour passing the bottle back and forth, getting more and more wasted as we talked and laughed.
At some point, Tara kicked off her shorts and I did a double-take as she revealed that she wasn’t wearing panties. My eyes zeroed in on her bare pussy, already dripping wet. She caught me staring and smirked, spreading her legs wider.
“See something you like, big brother?” Tara purred, running a hand over her tits. “It’s just us here… you can touch me if you want.”
I knew I should have told her off right then, but I was too fucking drunk and horny. Before I knew what I was doing, I was on top of her, kissing her mouth and shoving my fingers in her tight cunt. Tara moaned and wrapped her legs around me, grinding against my hard cock.
We fucked right there on the couch, our parents’ framed smiles and 8×10 photos glaring down at us as we went at it. I hiked up Tara’s tank top and sucked on her tits, biting her nipples the way she liked. My little sister was insatiable, immediately returning the favor by yanking down my boxers and deepthroating my cock.
“What a dirty girl,” I growled, fisting her hair as she slurped on my dick. “You actually like sucking your brother’s cock, don’t you?”
“Mmmmh!” Tara mumbled around my shaft, bobbing her head up and down my length. I could feel her choking on my cock head as it hit the back of her throat.
“Holy shit,” I groaned, my knees nearly buckling as she swallowed around me. Tara was a total natural at throatfucking and it felt amazing. “You’re gonna make me cum already, you little cocksucker.”
I pulled out of her mouth just as I hit my peak, blasting thick ropes of jizz all over her face and tits. Tara squealed in delight, scooping up my spunk and rubbing it into her skin like it was lotion.
“Fuck yeah, cover me in your cum!” she urged me on. “I wanna be dripping with it!”
By the time Mom and Dad got home later, Tara and I were passed out on the couch, still naked. We’d fucked our brains out, getting off to the idea of almost getting caught. And made it out of the house right before our folks showed up.
But that’s a story for next time…