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Seductress Sister Fulfills Brother’s Fantasy, by Jezebel Rose
I do not know why I agreed to it, but I kept reminding myself that it is only for a little over a week. However, it is nine days of living with a freaking 19-year-old nun-in-training.
My mom asked if I would not mind putting up my little sister, Katey, in my apartment for those nine days while Katey’s place was being repaired. It seems that the bible college Katey was attending had a slight plumbing problem that trashed some dorm rooms and, of course, Katey’s was one of them.
However, while my little sister has always been considered the brighter of my parent’s two offspring (so determined by my parents, naturally), she wants for a little common sense. I guess after dealing with a dorm-room flood of – dare I say it. – Biblical proportions, she must have been too busy praying to take the time herself to locate temporary digs to stay in while the dorms were being repaired. Therefore, all of the other available housing was snapped up quickly, and Katey was left to call mommy and whine about her misfortune.
Things then followed the usual pattern: Katey has a problem and calls daddy. Daddy promises to do something about it and refers Katey to mommy. Mommy calls son to help Katey. Son hesitates, mommy whines, daddy gets all bent out of shape, and Katey gets what she needed, anyway. Son is screwed.
Or, more likely, son does not get screwed due to having a bible-thumping Virgin Mary hanging around in his apartment and cramping his style and making it hard to invite some young lady to his apartment while he sleeps on the living room couch so she can enjoy the privacy of a bedroom.
It is only nine days. Nine days is all…
Why, oh, why couldn’t I have been blessed with a normal sister that studied Wicca and invited cute girlfriends to come over to my place, dance naked and perform sex rituals or something?
Maybe I should study Wicca, myself. Oh, yeah… that would go over real well with Little Miss King James Version, to have her 22-year-old brother be a practicing warlock or some such.
So, to make everybody happy – well, everybody but me – I agreed to let Katey move in to my apartment with me, put her up in my room, hid all of my girly magazines. I also set up a guest user account on my computer so I would not have to remove the crisp image of a blonde getting a cum facial off my computer’s desktop or hide the files of my favorite porn pictures.
Hey, I was letting her stay with me, not giving up my lifestyle.
It should also be noted that Katey and I are not what you would call the closest of siblings. Neither of us has pet names for each other, and Katey would never go with ‘Kate’ or ‘Kat,’ always ‘Katey.’ We care for each other in a family sort of way and despite my complaints would likely be there for each other in a real disaster, but we are not the type to go beyond a birthday or Christmas card as far as communication goes.
The most significant part of it probably stems all the way back to when she walked in on me and our older but “innocent” cousin Kathy going at it in her pool house about three years ago. Katey had always looked up to Kathy as a bit of a religious role model and for her walk in one day and find me drilling Kathy’s hot cunt from behind while Kathy begged for more, well, I guess that was the final straw that drove Katey to bible college and a wedge between my sister and me.
Did I mention that I miss Cousin Kathy, too?
Katey arrived on Wednesday, coming in a cab and looking every bit the schoolteacher, wearing plain, unflattering clothes that made her see 10-plus years older. I could not tell you if that was a school, uniform or she was getting ready to attend a funeral.
Therefore, I showed sis to “her” room for the duration of her stay and told her to ignore the mess in the corner of the living room that would serve as my digs during her visit. I told her that she had access to the computer and to log in under the guest account for her good.
“What do you mean ‘for my own good’?” Katey asked with a quizzical expression.
“Think ‘pool house,'” I replied. It only took a couple of seconds before a hard look passed over her face as my cryptic answer made sense to her.
Katey had agreed to pitch in on the extra groceries, and I promised not to leave a pile of dishes for her to pick up about the apartment. I also asked her not to do any rearranging of my stuff or any cleaning up that involved throwing anything out that I might want or to try to “save” me while she was temporarily living here, emphasizing the word briefly.
The first couple of days went by pretty well, with the two of us talking over dinner and re-acquainting ourselves. After a while, Katey did not seem too stuck up to be my sister and I acknowledged her right to live her life as she reluctantly admitted mine.
However, it was not long before my hormones were beating down the door of my resolve and I needed some serious relief. However, Katey did not know the area and was hesitant to go anywhere, preferring to be a shut-in as opposed to leaving the apartment and checking out the world beyond my front door.
Just about all of the girls, I dated lived with mommy and daddy, and I owned a 2-seat Miata, meaning that my apartment was the only place to have some dangerous sex. Despite a couple attempts to get a girl to come up to, my home for a delightful romp on the couch, my sexual desires were put on hold for me by other girls’ refusals to have sex, a) on a sofa, and b) with a bible-toting sister in the separate room. I even offered to drop Katey off at the movies for a couple of hours to get her out of the apartment, but she nixed that idea.
What could I do? It was not as if I could lock her out in the hallway while I banged away at some girl on my bed. I could only imagine the horror of my sister having to sleep in the wet spot or the annoyance of having to change the sheets while Katey followed up my post-sex bliss with a couple of passages out of her well-worn Bible.
So I opted for the next best thing; jacking off to some beautiful, filthy pictures on my computer.
It was about midnight, and I figured that Katey was asleep, having turned out the bedroom light over an hour earlier. I went over to the computer, which was left at this time at my request. Unless I am going to be gone for over a day I rarely turn it off, something Katey did the morning previous that left me tapping my foot in frustration when I had to boot it up and wait before I could get a needed address from my files. This was a task that would have taken only a minute at most had I even had to switch user accounts.
I logged in and started surfing my image files, sorted by the type of sex that might strike my fancy at that moment. Hmmm, which ones tonight? Big boobs? Lesbian cuties? Anal? Ah, facial cum shots…
Everybody has their particular turn-on; I happen to like the pics of pretty faces decorated with a beautiful pearly load of spunk. I do not care for the poses that border on humiliation or look like the woman was forced into taking the pressure on their face, but the ones that, to me, look like the woman in the picture might have really enjoyed pleasing her man orally and then accepted his cum on her face as a welcome finale.
In addition, hey, I am a fair person; a woman can cum on my face any time she wants to!
Truth is I have never jacked a load on a woman’s face. No, the girls I do have sex with will not even suck me to climax much less let me cum on their willing faces. I have blown a load on some nice totties a time or two, though.
I was already undressed for bedtime so stood up and dropped my underwear and sat back down in the leather chair and started a slideshow of the evening’s chosen images. I leaned back and began to stroke my meat as pictures rolled across the monitor of hot-looking women sucking off big, juicy cocks and getting faces decorated with thick, white dick-cream as a reward.
I knew that this orgasm was going to be a quick one since I had saved up a quite a few days of spunk in my balls, in no small part due to Katey’s ongoing presence. However, I like the pleasure of sex as much as I love cumming, so I kept my strokes slow to extend my enjoyment a little longer.
However, when the pictures of my favorite blond getting sprayed with that massive cockled of semen, my legs tightened, and my body jerked as my dick let loose with a burst of jazz that blasted all the way up my chest and belly. I continued masturbating myself, squeezing out every ounce of my sperm that I could work out of my prick.
As I sat there panting with my slowly shrinking dick still in my hand, Katey stepped towards me from the shadows and into the faint light of the computer monitor.
“How long have you been there?” I asked my stomach full of butterflies from my sister’s sudden appearance and covered with my recently blown load.
“I… saw the whole thing,” Katey replied, her words oddly void of emotion.
“Everything,” I repeated. It was only then that it occurred to me that I was naked in front of my bible-thumping sister, my dick in my hand and my spunk all over me. I reached down and picked up my boxers, not to dress but to wipe myself clean of my sticky cum. “So, are you going to recite some bible verse to me about the sin of masturbation?”
“There are some verses, such as Leviticus 15:16 through 18 that speak of uncleanliness associated with masturbation and intercourse,” replied Katey professorially, almost clinically. “There are the references to Onan’s death at the hand of God as a result of spilling his seed, but nothing that, as interpreted today, specifically lists masturbation as a sin. Your pornography, on the other hand, is considered sinful.”
I stood up and, as I always have, towered over my little sister, fully naked in her presence and feeling unashamed about it. It only made me feel bolder. I took Katey’s right hand in my left, keeping it low as I turned her hand over until her palm was facing the ceiling. With my right hand, I lifted my rather sticky dick and dropped it into my sister’s open palm. I expected her to turn and run into the bedroom, but she just stood there with my prick in her hand.
“You’re holding your brother’s dick, Katey. Are you sinning?”
“We’re not… having sex,” Katey replied; her voice tinged with nervousness.
Maybe Katey did not know it, but her fingers were now wrapped around my prick, and the damned thing was starting to harden again already. In a look of shock, Katey slowly lowered her gaze to my re-hardened cock in her grasp. She studied it for a moment and then felt it further by rolling the flesh within her grasp. She pulled on it a couple of times, actually stroking my meat. Katey slowly, almost reluctantly, let go of my hard-on and turned away, walking into the bedroom and closing the door behind her.
For two days, Katey and I did not speak to each other. She was not trying so much to avoid me, but she would prevent letting her eyes meet mine at any point. I almost felt bad that I had shamed her that much. Almost.
It was the day before Katey was slated to leave. I went out to pick up some stuff, mostly to get out of the apartment and the still uncomfortable atmosphere. I made it a point to stay away for a while and called Katey on my phone that I might be back late and I did not want to be rude in having her expect me for dinner and me not showing up.
The weird thing was that I was feeling somewhat sad about shaking up my sister so badly. I thought she would have been over it by now. However, I could not find enough distractions to keep me away so just as the skies turned indigo from the approaching twilight I headed back to my place.
I opened the door quietly in case Katey was asleep. I was not prepared for the sight I was met with when I walked through the door. Katey was sitting in front of the computer and looking through my extensive collection of pornographic images. In addition, the ones she had up at that moment were the cum facials that I had jacked off to two nights previous. When I closed the apartment door behind me, Katey nearly flew out of the chair.
“You’re… home!” Katey said, surprised.
“Yeah,” I replied. “I live here.”
Katey stood next to the computer, stiff and uncomfortable.
“What were you doing?” I asked.
“Well,” she stammered, “I guess I just got kind of curious about what you were looking at the other night when… the other night.”
“So, are you going to preach to me about them?” I asked as I walked over to the couch and tossed my keys on the coffee table. I sat down and took off my shoes and socks.
“Are you getting undressed?” Katey asked, her voice sounding even more unsettled.
“Yes,” I replied as I stripped my t-shirt off over my head. “I’m going to take a shower.”
“Oh.” Katey shuffled her feet like a little child. “I thought you were going to… look at your pictures again.”
“I’ll probably wait until after you’re gone before I do that again,” I said as I casually removed my jeans. “It made things a little too quiet around here.”
“So.” Katey cleared her throat. “What is it about those pictures that makes you so interested in them?”
“They excite me,” I replied simply. “They make for great fantasy. Are you going to give me a sermon now?”
“No, I’m not,” said Katey. “It would be wrong to preach to you about them when I found them… a little… exciting, too.”
“You’re kidding.”
“I wish I was,” Katey replied as if fighting some internal demon. “Except for those pictures you’re the only man I’ve ever seen naked.”
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” I asked as I felt the corner of my mouth twist into a half-grin.
“Yes, I am,” she replied proudly. “I’m saving myself for marriage, provided I find the right man.”
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