My drunken sister

My sister, a year younger than I, had always been a
social butterfly. She always had a boyfriend, even if
only for a week at a time. She never dated the jocks or
preps but was always hanging out with the Goths and
skaters and had a sense of fashion most chicks could
only dream of. Every guy I knew wanted to get to know
her. I on the other hand, was shy and clumsy and had
almost no social life. We always got along with the
same people and listened to the same music, but I just
wasn’t outgoing like she was.

The first time I caught her with a guy, I was pissed. I
threw him out and threatened to tell mom. The second
time, I was too embarrassed to do anything. The third
time, I just didn’t care.

I was 19 and she was 18 when she started drinking. She
would come home regularly and go straight to her room,
drunk. I only knew because I’d hear her telling her
friends on the phone the next morning after mom had
gone to work. I had never been drunk, but not because
of some strong moral standard or creepy hang up. It was
just that I hadn’t sought out or been given the chance.

One night, she came home with the guy she’d been seeing
for almost a month and the two of them went straight to
her room. Mom had gone away for the weekend for a
convention and sis knew that I wouldn’t say anything. I
was watching TV and heard the banging and creaking from
her bedroom upstairs for about half an hour. I started
thinking about sex, though I had to block out ideas of
my sister and whatever creepy guy was upstairs with

My cock was in my hands and my pants were unzipped. I
was stroking, but only occasionally and not very
enthusiastically when I heard the guy leave. He started
up his truck, and then walked back into the house. I
quickly pulled my shirt over my crotch just before he
came into the room where I was watching TV and put a
bag on the bookshelf, telling me to make sure my sister
got it, and walked out.

Curious, I zipped up my pants and walked over to pick
up the bag. There was a bottle of boon’s strawberry
hill in it, unopened. I wanted so badly to know what it
was like to get drunk and figured that my sister
wouldn’t miss the bottle if I snuck it into her room
after I drank it, so I did. It tasted like hell, but
still I drank about a quarter of it.

The sensation wasn’t what I expected, but was
definitely pleasant. So, pleasantly drunk, I decided
to go to bed but was lucid enough to remember that I
needed to put the remainder of the bottle in my
sister’s room. I went upstairs and quietly slid the
door to her room open. I peeked in and saw her lying
naked on top of her covers with her butt and crack
facing toward me.

I tried not to look as I slipped in and dropped the
bottle at the foot of her bed. As I was leaving,
watching to make sure she didn’t see me, I noticed a
glistening from between her butt cheeks. Though it
disturbed me deeply, I couldn’t look away. I felt my
cock twitch and begin to become erect. I stared at her
and was able to discern swollen labia, asshole, and
pubic hair. Mixed in amongst it all this was a
glistening fluid that seemed to slowly ooze from the

The picture of a man thrusting his erect penis into my
sister and shooting a load permeated my mind. In my
clouded miscreant thought process, I failed to see her
vacuum cleaner on the floor and tripped over it,
falling onto the edge of her bed, quite forcefully
knocking one of her legs to the floor, and then
catching myself on the bedpost. She didn’t even sigh.

But now her legs were spread and I could see even more.

There seemed to have opened up a black hole between her
lips from which flowed the thick white substance that I
could only guess to be semen. My cock was now rigid. I
watched the globules of white fluid flow thickly from
her pussy until it seemed to be empty. I wondered if I
might just be able to touch the naked extremity that so
blatantly exposed itself to me. I reached out my clumsy
index finger and rubbed it against the largest and most
exposed fold of labia.

She didn’t move. I rubbed it against the other. Not
even a flinch. I slid my finger into the slippery fluid
that seemed to be everywhere and then spread it around
on the two larger folds surrounding the black hole that
had opened up. The hole became slightly larger and, as
the outer labia separated, so did the inner labia,
exposing what I could only guess was a clitoris.

The sight of her “love button” made my rigid cock grow
even harder. Unfortunately, the sudden realization of
what I was doing to my sister sliced through the
intoxicated fog in my brain, and my cock was just as
suddenly flaccid again. However, this reaction gave me
a renewed confidence in the fact that I was just
exploring out of curiosity so I continued probing her
with my finger.

The hole welcomed my finger with a warm hug, almost
sucking it in. I wanted to feel the inner walls of her
vagina so I pushed in a little further, then further,
then found that her pussy was deeper than my finger was
long. In one fluid motion I pulled it out to the final
knuckle, then aligned another finger to push it in with
my next attempt.

The fog must have found it’s way back in because my
judgment lapsed and my right hand felt the need to be
on my cock. I started working on the zipper and snap of
my jeans. By the time it was freed from my clothes, it
was fully rigid again and my two-fingered attempt at
probing my baby sister was well under way.

My pants fell down around my ankles as I attempted to
rest my ass against the bedpost. I was stroking my cock
in rhythm with the in and out motion of my fingers
while my sister lie motionless, asleep. Soon, I was
fully masturbating and frigging my sister in unison.

As I was nearing orgasm, the deep and utter sense of
guilt returned and overwhelmed me. I was molesting my
sister. All of the horrible things I had heard about
incest suddenly came to the forefront of my thoughts
about what I was doing. I was sexually molesting my
sister. I had sexually molested my sister and there was
no going back. I would never be redeemed. I stopped. I
withdrew my fingers. I stood back. What was I doing?
Just then she moved.

She pushed herself up on her arms and slid her other
leg around off of the bed. She turned and looked at me.
“Paul?” she queried. “What are you doing?” (My name’s
not Paul.) “Are you leaving? Please stay…I need you.
Just one more, baby.”

She climbed onto the bed and sat up staring at me. Her
eyes seemed disturbed by the light shining from behind
me. I didn’t move. She stood up and walked to her door,
reaching out and flipping off the hallway light.

“My pervert brother is still awake,” she said when she
heard the TV downstairs. She stepped toward me, pushing
me down onto the bed in the total darkness, closing the
door behind us. My fate was sealed. She’d discover it
wasn’t Paul in her bedroom, realize it was I molesting
her, go crazy and I’d be marked as a sex offender for
life. I was frozen.

She climbed onto the bed and touched me, feeling my
shirt then rubbing her hand down to my crotch, finding
my flaccid penis. “Damn, boy, you were in a hurry
weren’t you? I don’t even remember fucking! Well, let’s
get these off you.” She pulled my legs onto the bed and
removed my shoes and pants, then moved up to my shirt,
pulling it over my head and shoulders. I was now naked
in my little sister’s bed while she rubbed her soaking
pussy on my thigh and sucked on my nipples.

Her hand was on my cock shortly thereafter and she
moaned with a slurred and drunken, yet seductive
giggle, “Oh, do you think we can get it up again?” With
that, she moved downward and I felt her mouth scoop it
up and begin sucking. I could feel her pussy grinding
on my leg with only her fingers between us. I wanted so
badly to excuse myself but couldn’t say a word for fear
of her finding me out. Her mouth started to feel good.

My cock began to grow again. I couldn’t find any other
way out so I began to go with it. Soon I was fully
erect and she was deep throating it. Thrust after
thrust my orgasm built inside my little sister’s well-
trained mouth. I could feel myself about to burst when
suddenly she stopped. “Ooooh, I know you were liking
that but I need you in me…” she slurred as she slid
her body back up to my side and climbed on top of me.

She planted her mouth on mine and probed with her
tongue as she reached down with her hand and guided my
cock into her hot wet pussy. “Oh Paul…” she moaned as
she slid down onto my shaft. Her hands went around to
my butt cheeks, which gave her leverage for grinding
her clit on the base of my cock. She moved her hips in
a circular motion and I could feel her cervix flipping
side to side over the head of my cock.

I knew this would soon be bringing me to orgasm, but
she beat me to it. She was thrusting and moaning in
time with the pulsations of her pelvic muscles. “I’m
coming…come with me baby,” she whispered into my ear.

This sent me over the edge and I felt my cock exploding
inside of her as she continued to grind. “Let it out,
baby. Push it home…” she whispered to me. I grunted
and wheezed as I coated her insides with my seed. She
kissed my neck as she ground her pelvis slowly in time
with my subtle thrusts, working out the final drops of
semen from my cock.

“I love you,” she whispered in a drunken slur. The
orgasmic sensations ebbed and I could feel my cock
slowly getting soft inside of her. A guilt covered me
as I lay there listening to her breathe into my ear.

She whispered a few sentences about what she and Paul
had done today, a few more about when our mother was
going to be back.
I pretended to be asleep and she slowly stopped
speaking. A few minutes went by and she was snoring. I
knew I could push her off of me and sneak out safely
now. I gently put my arms around her and rolled us onto
our sides. The movement brought some rigidity back to
my cock. I kept it inside of her and dirty thoughts and
incestuous lust filled me again.

Lying on my side, next to her, I gently pushed it all
the way into her. Relaxing again, I let it slide out
far enough that when I pushed it back in, I could feel
her lips parting to accept it. All the way in until I
felt her cervix give way to my knob, then all the way
back out again. My pumping became rhythmic, but this
time she was out cold. Trying to not wake her again, I
moved only my hips and soon found myself approaching
another orgasm. As the feeling flooded my pelvis and my
balls swelled, I let out a loud groan as I emptied
another load of incestuous semen into her. The guilt
returned, but not so much this time. I even felt a
thrill at having gotten away with it. I pulled my cock
out of her and retreated to my bedroom.

. . .

The next weekend, Paul dumped her and she spent most of
the next few weeks crying in her room or moping around
the house. She stopped drinking, making my constant
fantasies of taking her in her sleep again impossible
to realize so I was once again stuck with masturbation.

One night weeks later, a friend of mine invited me to a
party and my sister asked if she could come along. It
was the first time that weekend that she had shown any
interest in getting out of the house so I agreed.

Besides, I thought, maybe I could get her drunk enough
to take advantage of her later.

The party was BIG. More people than I knew there were
in our tiny little town. I didn’t see much of her once
we got there, but I knew she was drinking. I had been
flirting back and forth with a couple of girls who were
there together from out of town. My friend had been
doing the same with another girl who we went to school

The five of us sat down and decided on a game of spin
the bottle. After half an hour of steadily dirtier
questions and silly dares, I was dared to go
blindfolded into the closet and to have sex with the
next girl to come in. Wow, I thought. I’m not going to
need my sister tonight after all. The only rule was
that I couldn’t say a word to her and had to keep the
blindfold on until she was out so that it would be a
totally anonymous experience.

Fine with me, as long as I get to come. So I went into
the closet and after what seemed like an eternity
(probably 5 minutes), the door opened and someone
stepped in. I put out my hand and felt a smooth, sexy
leg and followed it up to a pantiless crotch. My dick
was hard almost imediately. She kissed me and began to
undo my pants. They were quickly off and she sat on my
lap, quickly slipping my cock into her hot wet pussy.

We kissed as our bodies accustomed themselves to each
other and found a rhythm to fuck to. The fucking was
intense and better than it had been with my sister. She
was bouncing on my lap and breathing heavily into my
ear. She slowed and began to grind her hips into mine
and slowly began to tense every muscle in her body. She
whispered, “I’m coming” and I was so turned on that I
felt mine coming too. I grunted out “I’m coming too,”
as I felt my cock explode inside her. She suddenly
stopped and pushed back with her hands flat on my
chest. “Jason?!?” I heard her yell.

It was my sister! “Amy?!?” I yelped as I felt the last
of my semen spurting into her. We both fumbled to
separate, but the confines of the closet made it a
clumsy attempt that only succeeded in putting us both
up on our knees and burying my cock deeper inside of
her. “My god! Get off me!” she grunted as she pushed me
back. This undermined my attempts to pull out and
elevated my pelvis so that she was knocked off balance
and pushed over on top of me with her knees behind her
and feet up in the air. “Amy, stop. We have to
cooperate” I whispered. “Who sent you in here?”

“A girl I was talking to about Paul said there was a
cute guy in here waiting to get an anonymous lay and
I’ve been so lonely lately that I decided to go for it.

I can’t believe you came inside of me!” She pounded on
my chest a little and buried her face in my neck as she
started to cry. “Why does everything have to be so god
damned complicated for me?? For two minutes I had
forgotten all of my problems only to find out they’re
worse than ever!” She was fully sobbing now and her
body jerked with each one.

As hard as I tried to abate it, the motion was arousing
me again and my cock began to stiffen insider her.

“Listen, sweetheart,” I whimpered into her ear. “If it
was good for just those two minutes, then it was good
period. Just forget that it was me and replace those
feelings with what you were feeling while we were…um,
you know, into it. I have to live with the fact that I
just lost my virginity to my own sister,” I lied. “But
all I could think about while it was happening was how
hot and fucking beautiful this girl on top of me was.”

“Oh god, Jason, that was your first time? I’m so sorry.
I’m so stupid! Not only have I ruined my own life, but
now I’m starting on yours!” She sobbed even harder now,
almost bouncing on my fully erect cock, still deep
inside of her.

“Please, Amy, if I can let it go I fully expect you to
as well. You know? My first time can’t be ruined unless
I let it be. I mean, you are beautiful, you have a
totally hot body, you fucked me without a condom, and
you let me come inside of you. On top of that, you’re
experienced and I made you come. What more could a guy
ask for his first time?”

Her sobbing stopped abruptly and I noticed for the
first time that I had been keeping her rhythm with my
hips. I stopped before she noticed, I think. “Oh,
Jason, you’re so sweet. Thank you. You’re the first
person to say anything nice to me in months. Paul was
such an asshole.” She paused for a few seconds. “Was it
really that good? You don’t think I’m gross?”

“Gross!? You are so HOT. I wish I were capable of
getting a girl just half as hot as you. You know I
haven’t been holding onto my virginity out of choice.”

“You are so sweet!” she squealed as she planted a kiss
on my lips and hugged me, pulling me closer to her. I
couldn’t resist any longer and hugged back while
thrusting my hips slightly upward. She buried her face
in my neck again as she further cooed over what I had
said to her. I relaxed my hug a little, then thrust
upward again. “Jason! What are you doing? You want

“Well,” I weaseled. “I guess not. I’ve had a few
drinks…and, it was really nice. She sat up on me and
I pushed on her arms to help her stand up. My cock
slipped out of her pussy with a slurp. “Help me find my
panties” she requested. “You weren’t wearing any when
you came in” I replied. “They were in my hand. I
dropped them when I…you pulled down your pants.” I
clumsily started standing up next to her and felt my
still hard cock sliding up her legs.

“You’re still hard!” she grunted. She put her arms
around me and said “I’m sorry Jason. We just can’t.
It’s wrong. What if I got pregnant?” I heard in her
voice that she wasn’t beyond a little coaxing.

“I could pull out before it squirts,” I mused.

“Help my find my panties. It’s so dark and small in
here.” She turned around and knelt down in front of me,
feeling around on the ground. She stood up saying “god
damn it. I can’t find them. Is there a light?” I knelt
down in front of her and began feeling around. I felt a
lacey, slightly damp piece of cloth in one of the
corners, but held onto it for the moment.

My face was at the level of her crotch, which smelled
strongly of sex. I put my arms around her thighs and
pushed my face into the intersection of her legs.

“Stop it! People know we’re in here! I don’t know what
I’m going to say as it is.” I jutted my tongue out and
felt her pussy lips part around it. Unexpectedly, she
didn’t react at all. I did it again, this time leaving
my tongue there a little longer and moving it around.

Her stance softened a little and her legs parted
slightly. “Ok,” she whined. “But just stand up and fuck
me. It takes me too long to come that way.”

I stood up slowly and slid my cock between her thighs.
It took a few stabs before I found the right spot, but
then it slid right in. “Aaaahhh…” she moaned. I
moved my hips just like before and pushed her up
against the wall. I had more leverage this time than I
had the time before and I was able to feel the
wonderful friction of her cervix rubbing against the
tip of my cock.

This quickly brought me to the brink of orgasm and she
whispered “wait, I haven’t come yet. And when you do,
don’t come in me this time.” but it was too late. I
silently unloaded another wad of semen into her while
keeping up the motion. I had to slow down, but just
pushed deep into her and ground the base of my cock
into her clit. After a few minutes of this she began to
shake and whispered “right there. oh yeah, I’m coming,
I’m coming” into my ear.

I was hard as ever and ready for another one. I started
pumping in earnest and again she reminded my softly to
pull out when I come. I felt her hands on my hips,
guiding every stroke and listened to her heavy
breathing in my ear. One of her hands found the hair on
the back of my head and she pulled my head back. When I
came forward with my next pump, our lips met and
tongues entangled. This sent me over the edge and I
shuddered and moaned as I felt my orgasm begin. She
pushed me back hard and I felt my cock slip out of her.

She took it in her hand and stroked lightly as I shot a
couple of wads of semen toward her, not knowing where
they would land.

She continued stroking, lighter and lighter as my
passion subsided. Finally, I bent over and pulled up
my pants. She put on her panties and straightened her
clothes and hair. “If anybody’s waiting for us to come
out, we’ll just tell them that we figured it out
immediately and were talking,” she said. “Ok.” I said
as I fumbled for the doorknob, grabbed it and turned.

We stepped out to a roomful of people, but only a few
were watching us. “Funny trick you guys,” I said. “You
didn’t think we’d figure it out?”

“Did you guys do it?” I heard someone ask Amy. “Of
course not!” she said. We talked about Paul and he was
really sweet.”