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  “I- I’m happy to see you too,” she said, startled not by his closeness, but the erection in his jeans.

  “Okay, I’ll let you finish cooking,” Mark said, but he didn’t immediately back off. “It smells good,” he said, leaving his cock pressed against his sister’s ass just a little bit longer. Then he placed his left hand on the back of her head, pulled her cheek toward him and kissed her again.

  “I’m going to go kick back in the living room sis…I’m beat. Let’s just eat in the living room.”

  “Okay…uhh…that’s fine,” still startled that her brother had just pressed his hard dick against her ass.

  Mark loosened his belt as he sat down on the couch and began flipping through the channels. Was it too much? Was he going to scare her off? Mark was doubting his seductive tactics as he sat staring at the television blankly. His erection was lost in all his self-doubt, and as his penis went limp it settled back into its normal position, no longer bound by his belt.

  No, he had to persist, he thought as he tossed the remote control off to the side. He had to let her know that he had fantasized about her almost every day. It was true: almost every time he masturbated, he would think of his little sister. He would even scour porn websites looking for videos of girls that had her features, and look up taboo step-sibling videos, but the performance never captured what it really felt like to really be with his sister. He knew he would never be satisfied unless he could have her—and have all of her as much and as often as he wanted. He wanted to suck on her breasts, to press his tongue to her clean asshole, to finger her, to penetrate her with all his manhood, to have his little sister sit down on his face.

  “What are you watching?” Annie said with surprise.

  Mark snapped out of it. He had been so caught up in his thoughts that he had stopped on some home shopping channel, and the ladies on the screen were demonstrating a makeup kit. Not exactly the kind of thing you’d expect a big manly carpenter to be watching.

  “Oh, I guess I just got deep in thought,” Mark replied, his erection making an obvious tent with his jeans. Annie pretended not to notice and served the soup, bending over to set it on the coffee table. She was on the other side of the table—in other words, with her ass facing the television—so that when she bent over, he could see directly down her blouse. He wasn’t able to catch a glimpse of her nipples, but he savored the inviting cleavage or her big natural boobs. From what he could see, and the way his sister’s tits hanged as she bent forward, she wasn’t wearing a bra. He kept his gaze on her, so that went she stood back up after setting the bowls down and cheerfully said, “I’m going to get the spoons,” he made it clear he was looking at her huge tits.

  Annie cleared her throat uncomfortably and walked off.

  He didn’t care. She had to know that her brother wanted to fuck her. He want to fuck her ass, her pussy, her mouth—he wanted to look down and see his little sister licking and sucking on her big brother’s balls.

  She returned with the spoons, picked up the remote from the cushion next to him, sat down—and turning with a smile—handed him a spoon, saying, “Okay, let’s eat.” Then she dropped the remote in her lap as she sat with her legs crossed, picked up her bowl and began to eat. The remote slid off of her leg to settle between her crossed legs, right next to her crotch.

  Annie didn’t mind the shopping channel—after all, she was a girly-girl that loved makeup—but Mark realized this was another opportunity. “I can’t watch this,” he said setting down his bowl. He then purposefully placed his hand on her leg, dragged his palm across the fabric of her thin yoga pants, as his hand slowly moved to grab the remote control—making it again resoundingly transparent that he wanted to touch his little sister as more than just a sister.

  “Umm..uh..okay,” she said gulping down a spoonful of soup.

  But that was it; it was all Mark could bring himself to do. If she hadn’t gotten the picture now, then he figured he would resign himself to having to remain “only” her brother, and not a lover. It was disappointing, but what was he going to do? Scare her off?

  After watching television for an uncomfortable two hours, he said, “I’m just going to go to bed. The guest rooms have been untouched since the maid was here last. I’ll just see you in the morning.” There was disappointment, frustration and perhaps a bit of anger in his voice.

  “Okay, good night,” Annie said.

  Mark got up, stood in front of her to block her view of the television—presenting the bulge in his jeans to her—letting her know what was on his mind. She turned her eyes away a little, as to not look directly at the hard-on in her brother’s jeans, but it was literally right in her face. He then leaned forward to kiss his sister on the forehead, placing a hand on the back of her head, but she gasp a little and slightly jumped like she was frightened he was going to do something else—like shove her face into his crotch.

  “Good night,” he said, softly kissing his little sister on the crown of her head.

  Chapter 3 – Nightfall

  There’s no way Mark could have fallen asleep without jacking off. He imagined his little sister riding him cowgirl style, and then commanding her to bend over so he could grab hold of the fullness of her ass and press himself deep into her. Now at 3 o’clock in the middle of the night, he was up again, with his bladder full and his cock raging in his pajama pants.

  He got up and went to the bathroom in his master bedroom, then washed his hands and stood there with his shirtless body illuminated by the bathroom nightlight. He didn’t say a word as he looked in the mirror, but he was talking to himself in his head. He was a man of rippling muscle, a hardworking carpenter, a successful man—a winner. Not like the losers his sister would date.

  “She’s yours, and you’re a better man for her,” he said to himself.

  He looked down at his erect penis held in his pajama pants by a single button, demanding to be set free. He loosed the button and let his cock jut out—big and thick, and strong. It felt good to be free, so good that reached into the slit of pants and pulled his balls out too. Then he turned to leave the bathroom, opened the bedroom door and walked down the end of the hall to his two guest rooms.

  His cock was sticking out. It was like he was a predator moving through the house. Hunting, prowling, looking for his little rabbit—his sweet little sister. It was as if had pulled his dick out as an act of honesty; to let her see exactly what Annie was doing to him. He wasn’t going to hide it anymore.

  The doors to the guest rooms were open. He went into each, but Annie wasn’t there.

  “Damnit.” He said softly. Did she leave? Had he gone too far? “Fuck.”

  No, maybe she fell asleep on the couch.

  Mark walked toward the stares, steeling himself against negative thoughts that he had scared his sister off. He took each step slowly, deliberately, both hoping not to make a sound if she was asleep and almost methodically praying that she hadn’t left in the middle of the night. If his sister was there, she was going to be sucking and fucking her big brother’s dick tonight—he was adamant about that. The thought was aggressive and defiant and made his penis buck and throb.

  At the bottom of the stairs, looking across to the living room, he hadn’t found her on the couch. She had pulled the cushions off the couch and had made herself a little bed in front of the television. The hunger of his dick was telling him that it was now or never. With every step toward his sleeping sister it was as if his cock was growing even larger, veins becoming more pronounced—and the sureness and rightness of what he wanted to do to his little sis became more evident.

  Her little snore assured him that Annie was asleep. A thin blanket lay over her, and she had changed into soft pink pajamas—the kind with separate pants and a button-up shirt.

  “Gosh, you’re beautiful,” he whispered in the night, kneeling down next to her.

  His cock oozed clear silky pre-cum, and his balls demanded to release their load. He reached out and grabbed hold of his
sister’s breast, but that was sure not going to satisfy his thirst. Annie had always been a deep sleeper, so he knew he could do anything he wanted to her. Why not go for more? Why not finally see what her tits look like?

  Mark unbuttoned his sister’s pajama shirt to reveal her breasts. They were more than he had imagined, with big beautiful pink areolas. He leaned in to lick and kiss her nipples, but only for a moment. This was going to be a real feast. He knew he could take his time with her, and this might be all he would ever be able to do. Of course, so long as she was staying with him, he could play with his sister every night like this. He could even set the alarm to make sure he got up when she’d be sound asleep.

  Yeah, every night he could just wait for her to get into a deep sleep and then come play with her as much as he wanted.

  Mark reached into his sister’s pajama pants while he suckled on her breasts. The elastic of the waist was easy to slip his hand past. His fingers felt the soft little patch of her red pubic hair as they made their way to her clitoris and lips. As he slowly probed and enjoyed touching his little sister’s pussy, and relishing that he could spend several hours doing it if he wanted to, yet another devious thought came to mind—but should he do it?

  Should rub the head of his dick against his little sister’s lips?

  He inserted a finger into her pussy and found her ever-so-slightly moist. This was heaven. It was like no other experience with a woman he had ever had. Touching his sister’s pussy was a tingling kind of magic. There was an energy in the sinfulness of it that was unmatched by any other encounter. Sure, Annie wasn’t exactly the typical kind of girl he would go for, but she was his little sister, and that made it exhilarating.

  But his cock kept begging to be put in something. Surely he couldn’t just start fucking his sister—that would wake her up. But maybe she would wake up and like it?

  No, the earlier thought can to mind again. Mark pulled his hand back from her warm pussy and stopped sucking on her nipples, and then scooted toward her to place the head of his dick against his sister’s lips. It wasn’t like she was going to suck it, but he would forever have a delicious picture in his mind of at least once having the head of his cock against his little sister’s lips.

  As soon as he pulled away a strand of pre-cum extended from her lip to the tip of his cock, but the thread of translucent cum was broken, as Annie suddenly rolled over on her side, still sound asleep.

  Damnit, he thought. But now her big round ass was staring at him.

  Mark slowly wiggled her pajamas down just far enough to expose her bare pale ass. He tried to squeeze his hand between her legs to finger her from behind, but her legs were closed shut. He then rubbed his cock into the crack of her ass, but again it was risky—she could awaken. Finally, he went back to trying to finger her from behind, desperately trying to get a finger back into his little sister’s pussy.

  “Hey, what you are doing!” Annie said, snapping awake and sitting up. She looked down and realized her shirt had been unbuttoned and then crossed her arms to cover herself.

  Mark didn’t know what to say. His mouth started to dry with embarrassment, but the hunger of his erection drove him to blurt out the truth.

  “I was touching you because you make me horny,” he said.

  “You’re a weirdo—you’re my brother,” came the response.

  “Yeah, so what? We’ve done this kind of thing before,” he told his sister, and standing his ground he followed by saying, “You’re not going to make me feel like a weirdo because I want to fuck you. I know you like it too, don’t you?”

  There was no response. Annie looked away and then looked back at him kneeling beside her, shirtless, hardened, muscular, with his balls hanging free and his giant cock sticking in the air.

  “Don’t you?” he demanded.

  “Yes,” she said softly and bashfully.

  “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Mark said, reaching out and resting a hand on her bare leg. Her pajama pants were still down past her butt, but she was sitting with her legs tightly together so that all he could see was the little red patch of pubic hair right above her clit.

  “Did you like when I finger you that one time.”

  Annie didn’t respond again.

  “It’s okay sis. We can talk about this,” Mark said rubbing his hand back and forth on the soft skin of her leg. “Did you like when your big brother put his fingers in your pussy?”

  “Yes,” she said embarrassingly.

  “Okay. Did you like when I touched your boobs before?”

  “Yes,” Annie responded again.

  “Do you ever fantasize about having sex with me?”

  “Yes,” she said again but turned her head away in shame. Mark reached out with both hands to take hold of her arms and pull them away from her chest. “You’re beautiful Annie,” he told her as he then cupped both of her big pale breasts in his hands. “Do you like when your big brother touches your titties,” he asked as he began to rub his thumbs back and forth across her nipples, making them hard.

  This time she shook her head up and down, instead of saying “yes.” She was still looking away, too bashful to look at him. Mark took her hand and placed it on his dick.

  “Does it feel good to touch your big brother’s dick.” “Yes,” she responded, and then turned to look at the massive member she was holding in her little hand.

  “It’s okay Annie, you can play with your big brother’s penis—I like when my little sister touches me. Do you ever think about sucking your big brother’s dick,” Mark asked as she began to stroke his cock up and down, lubricated by all the pre-cum that had poured out of it.

  “No,” Annie said, then stopped stroking her brother for a moment. This caught Mark off-guard.

  “No?” Mark inquired, hoping he didn’t somehow sabotage everything by turning her off.

  “I just never liked giving blowjobs,” she said.

  “Okay, that’s fine,” Mark said, then went to squeeze a hand between her legs, hoping that if he could get to his little sister’s clitoris, he could keep her excited. She opened her legs a little bit, stretching the waistband of her pajamas that was now around her thighs. Mark seized the opportunity to touch his little sister’s pussy. He did swirling circles on her clit, then inserted a finger into the wet warmth of his sister’s vagina. It was undeniable that she loved her brother touching her pussy.

  “You might not like giving other guys blowjobs, but you might like sucking on your big brother’s dick.” Mark was daring again to gamble with the mood, which could be hanging on by a thread, but he just had to see his dick in his little sister’s mouth at least once. “Why don’t you try sucking your bothers dick just one time to see if you like it?”

  Surprisingly, Annie leaned forward and said, “Okay.” There was youth and girlish innocence in her voice.

  His little sister kneeled in front of him, her bare ass sticking up in the air, with her pajama pants now slipping down toward her knees. Mark reached out to cup his sister’s breasts as she positioned herself to give her brother head. With her mouth just an inch from the tip of his cock, he moved his hips forward so that the head of his dick collided with his sister’s lips.

  “Taste it,” Mark gently demanded.

  Annie began to swirl her tongue all around the head of her brother's dick and suck on it like a lollipop, but only just the head. “Do you like the taste of your brother’s penis?” Mark asked as he squeezed her hanging tits.

  “Yes,” she said, then dove straight down to try to fit as much of his dick in her mouth as she could. There was no way that she could do it, but she tried—going up and down and making gagging sounds a few times. To make up for knowing she couldn’t fit it all, she used both of her hands on half of his long cock, while sucking the upper-half.

  “You are such a good little sister,” Mark said.

  Annie pulled away just moments after he said that, making Mark wonder if she really just wasn’t the kind of girl that en
joyed giving head—or maybe her conscience was getting to her.

  “I can’t do this,” she said, backing away, crossing her arms over her bare breasts again.

  “You don’t like it?” Mark asked gently.

  “No…it’s not that,” Annie said looking away. “It’s just that…it’s just that you’re my brother.”

  “So what?!” Mark snapped back as if there was absolutely nothing unusual about a brother sticking his big cock in his little sister’s mouth. “Annie, did you enjoy it? Did you like sucking on your big brother’s cock?”

  There was an uncomfortable pause as her mind was fighting to figure out whether she should lie or admit it to herself: she really enjoyed putting her brother’s dick in her mouth. She also liked the way he touched her pussy—it was a gentle touch, just like so many kisses he had given her on the cheek over the years. But it was also undeniable that Mark was sexy, even sexier than most of the guy’s she had been with. Plus, he wasn’t some big loser.