Phonecest [Bro-Sis]

Phonecest


I grew up in a tight-knit family in a small town. Mom and dad were big on what some might call "traditional values". I was the youngest boy of three children. My sister, Teena, was three years older than me. Our older brother, Dinesh, was seven years my senior. Growing up we were like the three amigos.

Growing up, I really looked up to Dinesh. He educated me on things that I might have otherwise missed-out on, or only discovered years later. From sex to music, Dinesh was my mentor and confidant. I knew that I could go to him with questions that our father could not answer, or that I did not dare ask him.

My sister helped shape me too, although she never became aware of it till much later. Being the only girl, Teena was a typical tomboy when she was young. She was always eager to join in a game of football with us and the other kids in the neighbourhood. Once our sister reached puberty all of that changed. She began spending more time with other girls and took on interests that were different from mine and Dinesh's. I was sad, thinking that Teena and I were growing apart.

Dinesh and I shared a bedroom until he left for college. After that I only saw him a few times a year when he came home for holidays and summer vacation. Eventually Teena entered college too and her visits home became as infrequent as our brother's. It was during weekend one year that Dinesh made a comment that changed my life and how I regarded our sister.

I was eighteen and had just begun my first year at College. I was taking a degree in Journalism and was still living at home with mom and dad. Dinesh had graduated and was working as a veterinarian, about a two hour's drive from home. Teena was in her second year of a Dentistry degree, an hour away. Dinesh and I were sharing our old bedroom that weekend. We had all gone to bed, although none of us were really tired. I was staring at the ceiling in the darkened room, wishing I could fall asleep, when my brother's voice cut through the silence.

"Teena really looked hot in that blouse today, didn't she?" Dinesh said.

I thought for a moment until an image of our sister's blouse came to mind. It was light pink, tapered along the sides with a square hem so it hung down over the top of her paisley skirt. Actually, it was rather plain looking.

"I guess. I never really noticed her blouse much," I said.

"I don't mean her blouse, Ramesh," he said, laughing. "I meant how she looked in it. You could see her tits down the front of it when she bent over, and her nipples were hard when she came down from her room this morning."

"I never noticed," I repeated, trying to conjure mental images of what my brother was referring to.

"Well, check her out tomorrow. I wish she'd wear that blouse again -- only without a bra. Watch how her tits bounce when she walks."

"But, she's my sister," I said.

"She's my sister too, but she's still got the nicest tits in town," Dinesh replied with a lecherous chuckle.

I guess I should have been shocked, maybe even repulsed or disgusted by Dinesh's crude remarks about our sister, but for some reason I wasn't. My older brother's comment about our sister shifted the axis of my world. Never again could I regard Teena as simply my older sister. She had become a desirable young woman to me.

The next morning while I ate breakfast I was filled with an odd mixture of curiosity and arousal while I waited for Teena to join us downstairs. Dinesh had already finished eating and was in the living room with dad. When I heard Teena coming down the stairs my heart sped up. I stared at my bowl of Corn Flakes, trying to act disinterested.

Teena's cheery voice greeted me and mom as she entered the kitchen. She gave mom a kiss on the cheek, then poured herself a bowl of cereal. She sat down at the kitchen table to my left and began eating.

I had looked at my sister thousands of times in my life -- maybe a million. But now I felt guilty as hell about it because my thoughts and intentions were far less than chaste. It was only a few minutes later that I summoned the nerve to give her a sideways glance, and then only under the pretext of reaching for the sugar bowl to add more to my cereal.

Teena's honey-blond hair was in a ponytail, which emphasized her high cheekbones and hazel eyes. She was wearing a green tank top and jeans, both of which clung to the curves of her body. The front of her top plunged a little so I could see some of her upper chest, just below her collarbones. I wondered how much more I'd see if she were to bend over.

When Teena reached across the table in front of me to reach for the sugar bowl I saw her right breast quiver and shake inside her top, less than a foot from my face. I had seen breasts before, but I had never wanted to see a girl topless as much as I did at that moment. Failing that, I would have gladly settled for the opportunity to get my hands on my older sister's breasts. They were obviously much more than a good handful and strained the material of her tank top as she leaned over. Seconds later, I realized that I had a hard-on. It was the first of many caused by my big sister.

Once Teena finished eating she began helping mom peel potatoes, cut up a squash and chop carrots. I slunk off into the living room with dad and Dinesh, hoping to get my mind off of my sister. They were watching a movie. It was one in the Godfather series, but I did not know which and cared less. I slumped down in a chair in a corner and pretended to be interested, while thoughts and images of Teena flooded my mind.

By the time mom announced that our meal was ready my appetite had returned. Dinesh was sitting next to me at the dining room table. Mom and dad sat at opposite ends and Teena was across from me and Dinesh. This had been the seating arrangement for as long as I could remember.

It was when Teena asked Dinesh to pass her a roll and he tossed one towards her that I looked up, laughing. The roll hit our sister in the head and bounced onto her plate. She flashed Dinesh an indignant look. Mom was not very pleased either, but dad and I were grinning.

"I can see you've still got the manners of a pig, Dinesh," she said, sticking her tongue out at him.

"Yes, how rude of me. I should have offered you some butter too," he replied.

Dinesh scooped a dollop of soft butter on a spoon, then flicked it across the table at Teena. It splattered over her tank top. Actually, to be more precise, it landed on her left breast. She tilted her head down and frowned, then glared up at Dinesh. Using her napkin, Teena wiped the butter off as best she could, but a noticeable stain remained on her tank top. It was just above her nipple. I could tell this because I was observing from the corner of my eye while my sister wiped the butter from her top. Her breast jiggled a bit as she rubbed the napkin over the greasy stain. Through the fabric the faint outline of her nipple appeared seconds later. I felt Dinesh's elbow jab my ribs. I shifted my eyes towards him and he gave me a sneaky grin.

Once supper was finished dad and Dinesh returned to the living room. Mom was loading the dishwasher while Teena put leftovers away in the fridge.

While everyone was busy doing something I went upstairs to use the bathroom. I had to use it, but it also gave me an excuse to be alone for a little while. I splashed some cold water on my face and looked at myself in the mirror, trying to gauge whether or not I appeared any different. Satisfied that I looked as though I should, and not as horny and flustered as I was, I used the toilet.

As I left the bathroom I noticed some movement from the corner of my eye in Teena's bedroom. I stopped and turned my head. Instantly my heart began to race and my cock began to swell. Standing there with her back to me was my sister. She was searching through an open suitcase that was on her bed. But what really caught my attention was that she was topless, except for a bra. I ran my eyes over her bare back, noticing the straps of her pale blue bra. Her silken hair hung down past her shoulders.

I stood there as though my feet were nailed to the floor, watching as Teena shifted through clothes in the suitcase. My cock throbbed and I felt light-headed. When my sister turned around and saw me she let out a startled gasp, then smiled as she exhaled. In her hands was a white blouse with a pleated front.

"I didn't know anyone else was up here," she said.

"I was in the bathroom," I explained.

Teena was holding the blouse up towards her chin, trying to cover her nearly bare chest. Her brown eyes met mine and she gave me a nervous smile, but did not move. If she felt uncomfortable with the situation it never showed. This was the first time I had seen her not completely dressed.

In retrospect, maybe Teena should have closed her bedroom door in my face, or at least turned around. She did neither. Maybe I should have turned and gone downstairs, but I stood there, transfixed. She smiled and I noticed her arms relax a little. It was as though this chance encounter had awakened something in her, just as Dinesh's comments about her had with me the night before.

"I wanted to change my top, since Dinesh got butter on my other one -- the little shit."

That was the first time I had ever heard my sister use any sort of foul language. It surprised me, but paled in comparison to her standing there in just her skimpy bra and jeans.

"Good thing you asked him to pass you a roll and not the gravy," I joked.

Teena let out a laugh and nodded. As she moved, her right arm shifted. From beneath it her breast appeared, held snugly within her bra. Seeing my sister's breast, covered by just the thin pale blue cotton of her bra, made me realize that she was actually more buxom than I had surmised. I was used to seeing her wearing loose blouses, tank tops or dresses -- never anything as revealing or tight as that bra. Above the flimsy blue material I could see the rounded mass of her breast, pushed up by the bra. Her alabaster skin looked soft. Through the cotton her nipple pushed outward. My eyes locked on it, surveying it's length and thickness.

It was only a matter of seconds that I was afforded this glorious view, but it seemed far longer.

"I should be getting back downstairs," I said, my eyes meeting hers once more.

"Okay, I'll be down in a few minutes. As soon as I put this on."

Teena did not wait for me to turn towards the steps. She slid her right arm into the sleeve of the blouse and began pulling it on. My heart lept. I paused a fraction of a second, just long enough to see her breasts being thrust outward from her bra as she slipped into her blouse.

I descended the steps, not quite able to believe what had just transpired. Dad and Dinesh were engrossed in a movie, so I was able to sit quietly in a corner, alone with my taboo thoughts. I sat in a chair and gave a blank stare at the television.

A few minutes later I heard Teena coming down the stairs. She paused in the living room doorway to see what we were watching. The white blouse that she had changed into looked nice on her. It made her dark eyes and hair stand out. She was so pretty. I looked her way for a moment, but was concerned that she might find my looks too lingering. When she smiled at me I felt myself blush. It wasn't just that she had smiled, but the sort of smile that she gave me that sent a jolt of excitement through me. It was a furtive, teasing smile -- as though she was reading my mind. A second later she disappeared into the kitchen with mom.

That night, after going to bed, I did not tell Dinesh about my encounter with our sister upstairs that afternoon. My instincts and better judgment told me not to trust him to be discrete with my secret. Were the roles reversed I knew he would have told me, but I wasn't sure he would not mention it to Teena. I pretended to be asleep to avoid any conversation with my brother. Once he was asleep I jerked off, thinking about Teena

The rest of that weekend was uneventful. In fact, there was never another incident like that between me and my sister that I considered to be a turn-on, or what others might deem improper between siblings. Well, at least not during our visits back home over holidays.

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One benefit about me and my siblings being raised by parents with conservative values is that they instilled in us the importance of family members remaining close. As the years passed and Dinesh, Teena and I were living and working in separate parts of the country we all made a point of keeping in contact with one another. Not a week went by when I didn't send or receive either an email or phone call to, or from, my siblings. It helped us remain close since we only got together infrequently for holidays.

Hearing from Dinesh was always fun. He never changed a bit over the years. His sense of humor and interests remained much as they were when he was a teenager. It was that stability and common ground that I relied on. No matter what, Dinesh was someone whom I could always enjoy a conversation with.

I was always equally as glad to hear from my sister too, although for a much different reason most of the time. One thing about Teena that I never really noticed much until we began exchanging regular phone calls was that she has a very sultry voice.

I was twenty-five and working as a news reporter. I had an apartment across town from mom and dad. Teena was twenty-eight and just begun a small dentistry practice.

It was one night when I was especially tired and had gone to bed early that I came to find just how arousing my sister's voice could be. I was asleep, or well on my way, when the phone rang. My voice must have sounded groggy when I answered. The caller laughed and asked if she had woken me up. It took me several seconds to realize it was my sister.

"Oh... hi, Teena," I groaned into the phone.

"Were you asleep or are you drunk?" she asked, laughing louder.

"Asleep... well, almost," I said.

"Want me to let you go back to sleep?" she asked.

I sat up and leaned back on the headboard of my bed. I cleared my throat and ran my hands through my hair. "No, it's okay," I said. "I'm awake and don't have to get up too early tomorrow."

"I just wanted to call and see how things are with you."

"I'm doing good," I told her.

As my sister and I talked I realized I was paying more attention to the sound of her voice than to what she was saying. Over the phone her voice seemed to have a breathy quality. It was soft and sensual, although I knew that was far from her intention.

After about ten minutes or so of conversation Teena decided she had better let me get back to sleep.

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Phone calls from Teena were not out of the ordinary, but I began looking forward to them more than ever. If a week or so had gone by without us talking I would sometimes lie in bed, wishing the phone would ring, or I would call her myself. But I did not want her to suspect that my motives might be less than pure, so I did not call too often, for fear of raising suspicion in her.

Over the weeks I grew increasingly turned-on during conversations with my sister. I found myself having to try to hide my arousal and make sure my voice did not give me away. Invariably, my hand always found it's way inside my underwear to my hard cock. I could feel my heart pounding as I spoke with and listened to Teena.

Maybe I had gotten too complacent or self-assured after so many phone calls with Teena that I grew careless. Maybe I assumed that she would never suspect that her little brother was capable of getting horny while we spoke. Regardless, one night my sister surprised me.

I had been in bed almost an hour one night when Teena called. I was not tired, so was reading a novel. When the phone rang my heart lept, hoping it was her.

"Hey, little brother, how was your day?" This was usually how Teena began her phone calls. As usual, she sounded chipper and friendly.

I was already sitting up in bed before I answered the phone. I had gotten in the habit of sleeping without underwear, which made stroking my cock much easier. That night, as soon as the phone rang my cock twitched in anticipation.

"I had a crappy day," she sighed. "I'm glad that it's over so I can relax."

"What's wrong?" I asked, growing worried.

"Oh, nothing's wrong," she said. "I'm just tired and a little frustrated, that's all."

I heard a loud clatter on the other end of the line, like the sound of something falling. I wondered what it was.

"What was that?" I asked.

"My shoes sliding across the hardwood floor," she said. "I'm getting comfortable."

"Oh," was all I dared say, although images of my sister getting undressed came to mind, making my cock spring to life.

"You're probably already in bed, so I may as well get ready too, right?" she said.

"Sure, go ahead," I told her, trying not to sound excited.

I could hear the sound of movement over the phone. This lasted for the better part of a minute. In my already aroused state I was easily able to imagine Teena in just a bra -- much like I had seen her that weekend. Slowly, I drew in a deep breath as my hand slid down over my stomach towards my cock.

Oh, shit... hold on..." Teena cried out, followed by the sound of something rustling, then some muffled cursing.

I laughed to myself, wondering what was happening. After a few moments my sister spoke once more.

"Okay... sorry about that," she said.

"What the hell was all that about?" I asked, quite amused.

"Well... I was trying to take my bra off and it got tangled in the phone cord. I nearly strangled myself, but it's finally off." She was laughing as she described her predicament.

"Oh...", I grunted, feeling my cock thicken and tent the sheet.

Although I tried to feign disinterest, my sister had piqued my curiosity and stoked my libido with her description of what she had been doing. I was torn in two -- growing increasingly horny, while trying to seem calm, like any normal brother should be.

"Well, you asked," Teena shot back. She had clearly mistaken my terse reply for embarrassment.

"Yeah, but I didn't mean to pry. Sorry," I told her.

"Don't be silly, Ramesh. It's not like you can see anything over the phone." She laughed again, amused by her own remark, then paused. "Anyway, you've already seen me in just a bra before, so it wouldn't be such a shock."

"I guess not," I said, growing more horny.

"Geez, I never knew you got embarrassed this easily."

"Normally I don't, but you're my sister," I said.

"Then you'll probably be mortified to know that right now I'm topless." Teena laughed as she spoke.

My sister's revelation, accompanied by her playful laugh fed my lust for her. A surge of excitement coursed through me. "Oh..." I mumbled, holding back all the things I wanted to say.

"Well, after the struggle with my bra, I decided to not keep you waiting any longer by going to look for pajamas," she explained.

"I'll wait if you want to go get some," I told her, although the thought of continuing the conversation knowing she wasn't wearing a top turned me on.

"No, it's okay. Normally I don't sleep like this, but it feels really nice." I could hear her shift about and let out a slow, breathy exhale.

I couldn't tell whether Teena was trying to entice me, or her candor was spontaneous and natural. Still, I hoped that she found our conversation as arousing as I did, although I considered it quite unlikely.

"I never wear a t-shirt to bed -- just boxers," I said, convincing myself that she might have a prurient interest in what I wore to bed.

"It's different with you though; you're a guy." she said.

"I don't see what difference that makes," I told her.

"Let's put it this way: right now my sheet is pulled up around me and it's cool on my skin, so there are two bumps sticking out in it." Teena's voice was soft, coy.

"Oh..." I said, noticing that I sounded horny now.

"That's what I meant when I said it felt really nice," she explained.

My cock was throbbing and fully hard. The head rubbed over the sheet, dampening it with pre-cum. My hand eased down towards it and I squeezed it.

"Can I ask you something?" she asked.

My sister's question made me nervous, but I couldn't refuse. "Of course," I told her.

"Remember that weekend years ago when you walked in on me changing, after Dinesh threw butter on my top?" she asked.

"Yeah... I'm sorry about that. I never knew you were in your room," I told her.

"It's okay, but... just how much could you see that day?"

"You were wearing a bra, so it's not like a lot was showing."

"Just a lot of cleavage," she surmised with a giggle.

"Well, some," I admitted, trying to sound reluctant hesitant.

I was stroking my cock slowly now while I listened to Teena's sensuous voice. I called to mind the images our conversation reminded me of. I had only had phone sex a few times in my life, but there I was: masturbating during a phone conversation with my big sister. I drew in a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself so she would not detect the arousal in my voice.

"You want to know something?" I offered.

"Sure. What?" Teena asked, obviously very curious.

"You were the first girl I saw topless," I revealed.

"Well, I wasn't exactly topless," she corrected.

"Close enough," I said with a laugh.

"Close enough for a horny teenage guy, huh?" she teased with a grunt.

I gave another nervous laugh, unwilling to openly agree with her. But now I was beginning to wonder if Teena was enjoying the conversation as much as I was, then concluded that was probably unlikely. I hadn't been so horny in weeks.

"Well, I hope that since then you've seen plenty of other girls topless, and moved on to bigger and better things."

"That would be difficult," I spat out.

"What?" she asked.

I sighed, regretting my comment. Now I was going to have to explain myself. "Can I be completely honest with you?" I asked.

"Of course. The way this conversation has been going I'd expect it," she told me.

"Well, what I meant was it would be difficult because you're pretty big up top."

"More than a handful, right?" she added, sounding sexy. "Is that what you're saying?"

"With you, there's a lot more than a handful, Teena," I countered, feeling braver as I stroked my shaft and my libido began to control my judgment.

"You're bad, little brother," my sister scolded, although she still sounded teasing.

"Sorry," I mumbled. I was unsure of just how serious to take her, so decided to err on the side of caution.

"No, don't apologize. I was just teasing you, Ramesh. I've wanted you to be bad for years now."

"Really? How?" My sister's admission gave me renewed hope that someday our relationship might take on a taboo nature.

"Okay, since we're being honest... can I tell you something?"

"Anything," I said, feeling my heart pounding faster.

"When you walked by my room that day when I was changing my top, didn't you notice how my arm moved down after a while and I didn't wait for you to leave before I started putting on the other blouse?"

"Ahh... yes," I admitted, as the image flashed in my mind.

"Well, I wanted to let you have a little better look," she admitted, sounding very sexy.

"Really? Wow!"

"Well, I noticed you looking at them when we were at the table and it made me feel like being a little naughty." My sister paused a moment, then let out a nervous titter. "Okay... really naughty. Being around you does that to me sometimes," she said.

"Really?"

"Yeah... like now..." she elaborated.

"Now?" My cock was as diamond-hard and tenting the sheet. My hand was still gripping it at the base. I began to slowly stroke it again and running my hand over my heavy balls.

"I mean, me telling you I don't have a top on now and mentioning that my nipples are hard... that's not something a girl normally tells her little brother, right? But I've always felt perfectly comfortable around you, Ramesh, and sometimes I've wanted to push things with us a little bit -- even though I knew it was a little... inappropriate."

I knew, or was at least fairly certain, where the conversation was going, but I still wanted Teena to drive it, for fear of pushing her boundaries too far. There was too much at risk for me to assume too much and be wrong.

"What are you doing?" Teena seemed almost as amused as she did curious, but now her voice sounded different too. It was thicker, husky. I found it sensuous.

"Nothing," I said, then cleared my throat.

"Uh-huh... me either." She sounded sarcastic. Cynical. But also arousing.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, growing defensive at her tone of voice.

"It means I think my little brother is being bad while he talks to me." Her voice was soft and teasing, not accusatory.

"No..." was all I could come back with.

"It's okay, Ramesh... I'm doing it too."

My sister's admission sent a surge of excitement through me. Thoughts and images of her masturbating filled my mind. I gripped my cock harder and stroked it a little faster. Now I cared less about whether she heard me breathing heavier.

"What?" I asked, hoping she would share details with me.

"My sheet slid down around my waist a while ago and I started touching them. But when I heard how your voice sounded and you were breathing heavy, it made me wonder if you were doing it too. After a little while my hand ended up under the sheet."

I cleared my throat and drew in a deep breath. I wanted to calm down so I could prolong this as long as possible. "Where under the sheet?" I asked.

"You know..." My sister sounded reluctant and shy as she drug the words out.

"No, I don't... tell me, Teena."

"I'm touching my pussy," she finally admitted in a throaty whisper.

I lifted my ass up from the bed and pushed my shaft into my fist when my sister spoke those words. A moan sounded behind my tight lips that she must have heard.

"How does it feel?" I asked.

"Warm... and wet... very wet," she breathed.

I remained silent, listening to the sound of my sister's breathing, hoping to hear whatever else I might.

"Are you stroking, Ramesh?" she asked, sounding very horny.

"Yes," I said, almost grunting.

"Mmmm... I love seeing a guy do that. I always wondered if you did it that night after you saw me changing."

"Yes," I admitted.

"Damn... I missed it."

I continued to stroke my cock, faster now, listening to Teena's labored breathing and the sporadic faint moans she issued. She sounded as sexy as she always looked. A few minutes later she gasped and let out a long moan.

"Ramesh... oh god... I'm gonna cum, Ramesh," she cried out before moaning again, only louder and for longer.

Listening to my sister having a series of orgasms and moaning was more than enough to send me over the edge. I let out a deep moan and called out her name as I shot thick, hot cum up towards the sheet and over my hand.

Teena and I each took a little while to catch our breath and calm down. Once I did, I felt rather awkward. I had just had phone sex with my sister. Nothing can prepare you for how to handle a situation like this. I struggled for something to say.

"That was the wildest thing I've ever done in my life," I said, almost gasping.

"Me too." Teena giggled, but I knew her shyness wasn't affected now.

"You sounded so damn sexy," I told my sister.

"Thanks. I hope I didn't sound silly. You sounded great too -- like you came really hard."

"I did," I told her.

Teena and I talked for another ten minutes or so, but she soon became sleepy. I would have been more than happy to have kept talking in hopes that we might repeat what we had done, but I knew she needed to get to sleep.

"Sweet dreams, little brother. I love you," she said in a soft voice.

"I love you too. Have a good night."

I hung the phone up and rolled over in bed. I fell asleep with a smile on my face that I think was still there when I woke up.

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Three days after me having phone sex with my sister I received a call on my cell phone from my mother while I was at work. She was crying and it took me a little while to calm her and get her to explain why she was calling.

"It's your father.... he fell... he was getting out of the tub. The ambulance just left. " Mom was heaving and sighing as she spoke.

I immediately raced over to my parents' house, then drove mom to the hospital. We waited quite a while until we heard any news on my father's condition. Thankfully he had only broken his wrist when he tried to brace himself during his fall in the bathtub, but he had bumped his head too. The doctor wanted to keep him in the hospital for a day for observation.

After I drove mom back home I realized that I would have to call Dinesh and Teena to inform them of dad's accident. It would be the first time I had spoken with my sister since having phone sex with her and I felt more than sheepish. I stalled by calling Dinesh first. He was concerned, but when I explained that dad had only broken his wrist and was otherwise alright my brother was relieved and glad that I had called.

Teena was surprised to hear from me, especially in the afternoon. She began crying when I told her what had happened to dad.

"I'll be there tomorrow night. I can catch a flight in the afternoon. I can rearrange my schedule for the rest of the week and stay with them for a few days," she said.

"Teena, I don't think that's necessary," I said. "Dad will be home in a day or so. He only broke his wrist; he'll be okay. There's no need for you to drop everything and come down here."

There was a long pause. "You don't want to see me. That's it, isn't it, Ramesh?" My sister sounded hurt and angry.

"No, Teena, that's not it at all. It's just that this isn't an emergency. Dad's going to be just fine," I explained.

"Is it because of what happened the other night?"

I sighed. My sister had mentioned the issue that was hanging over our heads. "No, it has nothing to do with that. Look, you can come down here if you want. I just didn't see the point in it."

"Well, I do," she snapped. "I'll be there tomorrow night."

A half hour later my cell phone rang. It was mom. She had spoken with Teena and was calling to tell me what I already knew. But she also said that she expected me to be at the house tomorrow night when my sister arrived.

Dad was released from the hospital the next afternoon, once they had determined that he had not fractured his skull or received a concussion from his fall. We gathered in the living room that evening, awaiting Teena's arrival.

Teena took a cab from the airport. Once she arrived she spent some time fawning over dad, then talked with him and mom. I sat at the opposite end of the room, arms folded, listening to their conversation. My sister virtually ignored me -- even to the point of not looking my way.

Dad had been given painkillers at the hospital in case his broken wrist caused him discomfort. He had taken one a while after supper and became drowsy an hour or so after Teena arrived. Once my mother noticed this she quickly ushered him off to bed, joining him too. Now there was just me and my sister in the living room.

When she smiled and I ran my eyes over her body my heart melted. It was hard to be pissed-off with her when she looked so damn pretty.

Teena's hair was curly now and longer than when I had last seen her. She was wearing a purple blouse that was a little tight on her and a knee-length black skirt. She looked as lovely as ever. My cock began to stiffen as I looked her over and recalled our last phone call.

"Mom and dad are really happy you came down," I said.

"Well, at least someone is." Her voice was cold and her mouth tight.

"Will you give it a rest, Teena. Please."

Teena's eyes met mine; she seemed nervous. She drew in a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. "I just thought that you wanted to avoid me now and thought that I was a horrible person after what I did," she said.

"No. No way, Teena. Never. Besides, I did it too. Remember?"

My sister slowly nodded, still watching me. "Then I guess we're both horrible people," she said. Her expression softened and she smiled. "I've never known anyone who's committed incest before," she said, sounding ashamed.

I flinched when I heard her use that word, then reconsidered what we had actually done. "All we did was have phone sex. I don't think that qualifies as incest."

"It's more like phonecest, I guess." Teena laughed hard at her witticism.

I was very relieved to hear my sister's cheerful laugh and see her smiling at me once again.

"What? You're awfully quiet." She gave me a piercing stare, her eyes narrow.

"Sorry... nothing," I said.

"No, tell me, Ramesh. Let's not have any more misunderstandings. Please."

"Okay... I was just thinking about that phone call and how pretty you look right now," I explained.

Teena blushed and tilted her head down a bit, then smirked. "Thanks," she whispered. "What else were you thinking?"

"How nice your tits look with that blouse on." I gave her a bold grin, waiting for her response.

Teena smiled. She arched her back, pushing her breasts outwards. She locked her shimmering eyes on me. For the first time in my life I leered at my sister's chest with impunity. She seemed to enjoy being open about showing off for me as much as I enjoyed looking.

"You like?" she asked, fishing for another compliment.

"You know I do. I have ever since I was a teenager."

Teena stood up and walked over to where I was sitting. She stood in front of me and unbuttoned a few buttons of her blouse and pulled it open. She was smiling the whole time. Her eyes never left mine. Her blouse was undone almost to her navel now. She was wearing a black bra with floral lace on the cups.

"Is this better?" My sister gave me a teasing smile as she held her blouse open.

"Much," I said looking up at her chest.

Teena took another two steps towards my chair. She braced her left knee on the cushion between my thighs, then placed her palms on the arms of the chair. She leaned over me. Her curly hair hung down around her face and shoulders. I could smell her perfume; it was intoxicating. But what I was concentrating on were her round breasts, now barely a foot from my face. They swayed slightly, threatening to fall out of her bra. I stared at the outline of her thick nipples, wishing I could wrap my lips around them and wondering if she would let me if I begged her to.

"Damn, Teena-- you look fantastic," I said.

"I do, or my tits do?"

"Well, I did mean your tits, but -- you're so damn pretty, Teena. And that's just the beginning. You're funny and smart. Don't ever think that all you are is just pretty," I told her.

"You're so sweet, Ramesh," she gushed.

My sister threw her arms around my neck. She bent down and kissed my cheek, clutching me to her. I placed my hands on her hips, then slid them around to her back. Now Teena's breasts were swaying just inches in front of me. My cock throbbed and began to tent my jeans. She smiled, her eyes darting down to her chest, then back to mine.

"How's the view down there?" she joked.

Teena stood up and stretched. "Sorry -- my back was killing me," she explained.

I nodded, watching her. When she noticed my erection pushing up at my jeans Teena grinned. She stepped back to my chair. "Mmmm... looks like my little brother has a big problem," she purred. "How would you like for me to take care of that for you?"

Although I had fantasized about something like this happening many, many times, when my sister made her offer it stunned me. I looked at her in wide-eyed disbelief. "Teena... wow... thanks, but mom and dad are just upstairs. We can't. Besides, are you sure? That's a pretty big step for us to take. Wouldn't you feel weird about it?"

My sister sat down on the arm of the chair and looked at me. "No. I'd feel great about it. And wouldn't my hand on it feel better than yours? We've already broken the ice -- on the phone, I mean," she said.

"But in-person is something else entirely. Besides, if mom or dad get up, we'd be in so much shit.

The right corner of Teena's mouth turned up while she thought. She hooded her eyes, then smiled. "What if I called you when you got home?" she suggested.

"What?"

Teena ran the fingertips of her right hand up and down the inside of my left thigh. She looked down towards my erection, then back up to my face. "Feel like committing phonecest with your horny sister?" she asked in a sultry voice.

I didn't respond. Of course I wanted to, but after the tension it caused the first time I was reluctant.

"Come on, Ramesh. You know that as soon as you get home you're going to be stroking it, and I'll have already started -- maybe even finished. So how about we help each other and do it together?"

I smiled, then nodded. I got up from the chair. "Okay, give me a half hour to get home and get in bed."

"I'll give you twenty minutes," she said, then laughed.

Teena followed me to the door. She watched while I put my coat on, then tugged me to her by my arm. My hard cock pushed against her as she hugged me. She moved her hips, rubbing herself over my erection, then moaned.

"Some day, little brother..." she whispered in my ear, then kissed my cheek.

I never asked her what she meant; I already knew.

Traffic was seldom heavy and since it was well past eleven o'clock there were even fewer cars on the roads. I drove as fast as I dared. My cock was still hard in anticipation. When I arrived at my apartment building I didn't bother waiting for the elevator. I bolted up the four flights of stairs. As soon as I closed my apartment door behind me I kicked my shoes off and began unbuttoning my shirt, pulling one button off in the process. I stripped naked and got into bed. When the phone rang I answered it even before the first ring was completed.

"What took you so long to answer?" my sister joked.

"I had to check the Caller ID to make sure it wasn't a telemarketer," I retorted.

"No... it's your naughty big sister calling for phonecest." Already Teena's voice was heavy with arousal. "Are you in bed?" she asked.

"Yeah..."

"I'm in your bed," she said.

"What?" I asked, momentarily confused.

Teena giggled. "No, not the bed you're in now -- although I wish I was. I meant your old bed, in the room you used to share with Dinesh."

"Oh..." I grunted.

"How many times did you jerk off in this bed thinking about me?"

"I don't know... a few times," I admitted.

"More like a few thousand, I bet," she shot back.

"I'm naked," she said.

"Me too."

"And hard?"

"As a rock," I told her.

"Mmmm... it felt so good when I hugged you. I'm so wet, Ramesh. By the time you left, my panties were soaked.

My fingers curled around my cock. I squeezed it, feeling it thicken, then began to slowly stroke it while I listened to my sister's voice. She became silent, except for her breathing. I would have given just about anything to have seen her at that moment.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Rubbing... dipping my finger in a bit and spreading it around. I haven't been this wet in ages -- not even the last time we did this."

"You sound so sexy when you're turned-on," I told her.

"Thanks. I'm glad I don't sound silly," she said with a giggle. "Are you stroking it?"

"Yeah... slowly."

"Damn... that should be me doing that for you. I would have, you know, if you had have let me when you were here," she said.

"I know... I just wasn't sure about it. Plus, I was nervous with mom and dad upstairs."

"The thrill of maybe getting caught just made it more exciting. I felt so wicked -- wanting to play with my brother's cock while our parents slept upstairs," my sister said.

The way Teena phrased it and the excited sound of her voice made my pulse quicken. I gave my balls a squeeze, then slid my hand up my shaft. A moan sounded in my throat as I did.

"You sound so horny... when was the last time you jerked off?"

"Last night... thinking about you," I said.

"It's been a couple of days for me. Last night I was too worried about dad to get turned-on. I'll make up for it tonight though. I just wish I didn't have to be quiet."

"Me too. You sounded so sexy the last time," I told her.

Teena grew quiet, then she let out a sexy whimper. Hearing it made my cock twitch and I began stroking it faster.

"What was that about?" I asked.

"I just slipped a second finger in and spread them apart a ways. God... I feel so full," she said in heavy breaths. "You should feel how wet I am, Ramesh. It's starting to run down my ass."

"I wish I could feel it," I told her.

"I'd want more than just your fingers in me though. Ever since I hugged you tonight I've been thinking about how your cock felt. You've got to let me feel it before I go back."

"We'll see...," I told her.

"Come on... I'll let you do it to me, or something else, if you want."

My sister's offer was one I knew I could not pass-up. I pumped my fist harder over my shaft as I imagined fingering her and playing with her naked body.

"Like what?" I asked.

"What do you want to do?" she asked in a sultry voice.

"Something I shouldn't," I told her.

My sister let out a soft moan and sighed. "Would you like to fuck my tight pussy, little brother?" she said in a breathy voice.

"Yes..." I moaned as I thrust my hips up to meet my hand.

"I'm so wet right now. Listen..."

After a second or two of silence I heard the wet sounds of my sister rapidly working her fingers in and out of her tight, juicy pussy. Her palm slapped against her clit a few times and she moaned. I pumped my cock in the same rhythm as her fingers.

"I wish that was your cock in me instead of my fingers," she said once she brought the phone back to her mouth.

"Me too," I sighed.

Teena grew silent. All I heard were the sounds of her breathing heavy and the occasional moan through her clenched jaw. I listened to her as she pleasured herself and stroked my shaft. A few minutes later she let out a slightly louder groan.

"Oh god... Ramesh... I'm going to cum... ahhh... I want your cock so bad right now," she cried out.

I listened to my sister's stifled moans of ecstasy as she came. That was more than enough to make me finally cum. Three streams of jism sprayed from my cock in succession, coating my stomach and hand, but my sister wasn't finished yet.

"oh god... I'm going to... oh shit... fuck... Ramesh, you've got to fuck me before I leave..."

I could hear the faint sounds of Teena's palm beating against her swollen clit as she brought herself to two more orgasms. I wasn't quite soft yet and kept stroking my cock as I listened to her cum. Once we had both finished we took a few moments to calm down, both panting.

"God... you make me so horny," she said after a minute or so.

"You've always made me horny," I replied.

Teena chuckled, sounding happy to hear that. "Then it's time I did something about it."

"Are you sure?"

"I've never been so sure about anything. I love you, little brother. Let me show you how much."

"I love you too," I said, smiling.

Teena and I were both spent from having cum so hard. I could tell by her voice that she was getting sleepy. I had work the next morning, but told her I'd stop in to our parents' house in the evening. After wishing each other a good night and reminding one another we loved them, we hung up.

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Mom called my cell phone while I was at work the next day. She wanted to let me know that she expected me over to supper that evening. Since Teena was visiting she wanted as many of us as possible gathered there for one meal. I would never pass up mom's cooking. My only concern was mom suspecting that something was up between me and my sister. Mother's have an innate ability to know when their children are misbehaving, regardless of their age.

When I arrived mom was busy checking on the potatoes and chicken. Teena was setting the table in the dining room. I spoke with dad a while in the living room, finding out how his wrist was mending, then I went in to see Teena. She was wearing a loose-fitting knee-length tan skirt and a white blouse. Her hair was pulled back on the sides and clasped in back with a barrette. She looked as lovely as always.

My cock began to thicken and get hard as I approached my sister. Her breasts shook slightly under her blouse as she moved about. She was placing utensils beside the plates on the table. I stood at a corner of the table, watching her. At one point she stepped in front of me, pausing briefly to rub her ass against my crotch. I grabbed her waist and pulled her tighter to me. I thrust my hips forward, pushing the bulge in my jeans harder against her ass. My hard shaft rubbed over her firm cheeks. She pushed back, then wiggled her hips. I ran my hand up her back, noticing that I could not feel a bra beneath her blouse. I gave her ass a squeeze, then she moved away from my grasp with a playful laugh.

Teena sat across from me while we ate, just like she had for over two decades. I missed not having Dinesh to my right though. It was the first time that I could recall that both of my siblings weren't present for a meal in the dining room. My throbbing cock distracted me periodically during supper. Several times Teena lifted her eyes from her plate to meet mine. She would give me a sly smile, then look back to her plate. Mom and dad continued to talk, oblivious to Teena and me flirting right under their noses.

"Do you have any plans for tomorrow morning, Ramesh?" my sister asked at one point.

"No," I said, curious about her question.

"Would you mind driving me to the airport? My flight leaves at ten-thirty," she said.

"Sure. No problem. I'll pick you up around nine." The next day was a Sunday and I had no plans whatsoever. I regretted that my sister could not stay longer though.

"Thanks."

Teena gave me a peculiar smile, then resumed eating.

Once we all had finished eating Mom and Teena began collecting our plates. They deposited them in the dishwasher, then put the leftovers away. I joined dad in the living room. We watched television and talked a little. A short time later Mom and my sister joined us. I was sitting on the couch. Mom sat down in a chair beside my father's, directly facing the television. Teena sat down beside me on the couch. When she crossed her legs her skirt slid up past her left knee a ways but I tried not to be obvious about looking. I folded my arms and settled back on the couch, watching television. I had been fighting an erection all evening; now I worried that my parents would notice it.

When mom and dad announced that they were going to bed I noticed my sister's mouth form into a faint smile. She got up and gave each of them a hug, then watched as they made their way upstairs. She was standing in the middle of the living room. I was running my eyes up and down her body, now less concerned by the growing bulge in my jeans.

My sister slipped off her shoes and turned the television off, then padded over the carpet towards me. She sat down on the couch again and leaned back on the arm, facing me. I turned towards her, feeling my throbbing cock straining my jeans. Teena looked down at the bulge in the denim and smiled. She brought her bare feet up on the couch and slowly pressed the sole of her right foot against my crotch. She smiled and began rubbing it over my balls and hard shaft.

"Ever had a foot job, little brother?" she asked.

I shook my head. My sister's legs were parted slightly as she rubbed me with her foot. Now I could see up her skirt quite a ways. I stared at the inside of her thighs, wishing I could run my hands up them. When Teena saw me looking up her skirt she smiled and began slowly tugging it higher up her thighs, parting them as she inched the hem higher. Seconds later I could see her white panties covering her mound. They were sheer, with silky white material clinging to her lips. Through the sheer upper section of them I could see a dark strip of hair leading down to her folds.

"Sexy panties..." I said, staring between her legs.

"I bought a few pairs before I came here. Just in case..." she said.

"In case what?" I taunted.

"In case my horny little brother felt like being a little naughty with me," she whispered.

"I always do," I confessed.

Teena tugged at the hem of her skirt until it was around her navel. She slipped her slender fingers inside her panties, locking her eyes on me and smiling. I could see her knuckles through the transparent material and watched the outline of her fingers through the silk as she rubbed herself.

"This is what you don't get to see when we talk on the phone." My sister looked at me through half-shut eyes and smiled, then bit the corner of her bottom lip.

I swallowed, pushing my hips so my erection pressed against her foot. She rubbed it harder and slid down on the couch a ways, opening her legs wider.

"Why don't you join me?" she urged.

I raised my eyes to my sister's face. Her cheeks were flushed and her mouth was open a bit as she breathed heavier. She looked positively sexy as she rubbed her clit and wet lips.

"What?" I asked.

"Take it out, Ramesh. Let's do it together -- like we do on the phone," she breathed.

"I don't know if we should," I said, although I wanted to jerk off more than I ever had in my whole life.

Teena stopped moving her hand and looked at me. "Why? Because I'm your sister, or because of mom and dad?"

"Both, I guess," I said with a shrug.

"But mainly mom and dad, right?"

I nodded.

"They'll never hear us, and if one of them gets up we'll hear them in time. Besides, they'll only be going to the bathroom. I want to watch you stroke it. Don't you like watching me?"

"Yeah..." I said in almost a moan.

Teena pulled her foot away from my crotch and bent her leg. She tugged her panties aside to show me her pussy. Her pink lips were shiny and wet with her juice. There were wisps of dark hair on either side of them that were also wet. When she spread her lips wide for me I saw her hard, pink clit. I wanted to run my tongue around it and suck it between my lips while I tasted her. She slipped her middle finger in deep, raising up from the sofa and clenching her jaw.

"I wish that was your cock in me," she moaned, working her finger in and out and wiggling it around her walls. "Stroke it for me, Ramesh... let's cum face to face just this once."

The house was silent except for my sister's laboured breathing. Knowing it was rather certain that our parents would not get up, much less come downstairs, I raised up on my knees and unbuttoned my jeans. Teenahad an excited look as I unzipped them. When I pulled them and my underwear down to free my hard cock she let out as soft gasp, then a moan. She began rubbing her clit faster.

"God... Ramesh...," she moaned.

"What?" I asked.

"If I had have known you had such a nice cock I would have tried to see it years ago." Teena pulled her panties down to her knees and ran her palm down her wet pussy, then back up.

I knelt in front of my sister, bracing my hand on her right knee as I began to stroke my cock. She was massaging her clit with her right hand and pushing two fingers on her left one deep in her tight pussy, watching me intently. Soft cries escaped her mouth periodically and she thrust her hips a bit.

"You look so sexy," I said, looking down at her.

I feel so fuckin' slutty and I love it," she gasped, pumping her fingers harder.

My face was hot and my breathing was rapid now, like my sister's. I knew an orgasm was imminent. My sister must have realized it too. Her hands were moving more rapidly now and her mouth was tight. I could see her juice beginning to run down her.

"I want to taste your cum... cum in my mouth," she urged me with a tempting smile.

"Really?" I said, still pumping my cock in my fist.

"Come here... get on top of me." My sister reached out and pulled at my hips, tugging me on top of her.

I began stroking my shaft again, looking down at my sister's pretty face less than a foot from the swollen mushroom-shaped head of my cock. She was looking up as she reached down between us to rub her clit. She smiled as she watched my heavy balls swaying and my fist moving up and down. Her left hand ran up and down my left thigh and gave my ass a hard squeeze. She giggled.

"Cum in my mouth, little brother. Shoot it down my throat," she urged in a hoarse voice.

I felt light-headed as I got closer to orgasm. My sister's dirty talk was bringing me there faster. She gave a moan and cried out as her first small orgasm coursed through her. Seconds later I let out a deep moan. Teena pulled her hair back from her face and opened her mouth wide as a stream of hot, sticky cum shot out over her tongue. She moaned again and the second rope splashed over her lips and chin. I leaned closer and sprayed two last small ropes over her waiting tongue. She smiled and licked her lips.

My cock was still hard and I continued to stroke it as my sister came again, burying her fingers deep in her pussy as she arched her back. I leaned away, watching her as my cum ran down her chin.

Teena and I lay together on the sofa, breathing hard and smiling. She wiped her finger over her left cheek, wiping up a few drops of my jism. She sucked on her finger, smiling at me.

"I wish I could have sucked it out of you," she said.

"Wouldn't that be going too far though?" Despite what had just happened I still wondered where our boundaries were.

"Nothing could be too far with you, little brother. I love you."

"I love you too," I said and smiled.

Teena sat up and kissed my cheek, then held me to her. I slid closer, between her legs. My limp cock hung down just inches from her dripping pussy. My sister looked down and smiled.

"Mmmm... too bad you're not still hard. It would be in me now," she said.

My sister leaned on my shoulder, spent. I was too. We stayed that way for fifteen minutes or more, not talking, just enjoying the post-coital bliss.

"I should get to bed. It's late," she said after a while, sounding regretful.

I nodded and stood up. She watched as I pulled my jeans and underwear up and tucked myself in.

"Don't forget -- tomorrow at nine," she said.

"I won't."

Teena followed me to the door. We exchanged one last hug and kisses before I left. I was still smiling as I drove home.

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I woke early the next morning and quickly got myself showered and dressed. When I arrived at my parents' house they and Teena were sitting in the living room. My sister was wearing a black tank top and a skirt. Beside the chair Teena was on was her light blue suitcase. I was sad that she had to leave so soon. It had been quite a while since she had visited and I was of course enjoying our late-night trysts after our parents had gone to bed. I hoped that we would see one another again before too long.

"Ready to go?" I asked her, checking my watch.

Teena nodded, seeming reluctant. She stood up and gave mom and dad each a hug and a kiss. I picked up her suitcase and began walking to the back door with her. Our parents followed behind us. They watched from the door as I put Teena's suitcase in the back seat of my car and she got in. As I drove out of the driveway they waved and smiled.

Teena was quiet as she sat in the seat next to me. I stole glances at her legs, partially uncovered by her pewter-grey skirt that reached her mid-thigh. Her legs were parted slightly and I could see the inside of her right thigh. My cock stiffened.

"No. I'm not going to the airport," she said.

I whipped my head towards her as my jaw went slack. "What? Where are you going?" I asked, then forced my eyes back to the road.

"Your place." She turned and gave me an impish smile.

"What? You said that --"

"I know. I told you guys my flight left today so mom and dad would think I've gone back. But it doesn't leave till tomorrow morning," she explained.

"But... "

"Just drive, little brother." Teena reached over and placed her hand on my knee. She ran it up the inside of my thigh and gave it a squeeze, just below my balls. She kept it there as I drove.

The only sound in the car was of the radio. Teena and I never talked. We both knew what was going to happen, but we never discussed it. I drove quickly, cursing under my breath when I had to stop for two red lights. Once I parked in the lot behind my apartment building I got my sister's suitcase out of the car. She followed behind me as I went inside.

During the elevator ride up Teena was leaning back on the wall of the car facing me. Her hands were folded behind her and she had a teasing smirk on her face. I wanted to take her right there. We hurried down the hall towards the door to my apartment. As soon as Teena closed it behind us she wrapped her arms around me, pulling me to her. I dropped her suitcase to the floor.

"Now we don't have to worry about anyone catching us," she said, breathing into my ear. "You can fuck me on the living room floor if you want."

"I have a bed," I joked, running my hands over her back.

Teena never answered. She let go of me and took a step back. With one swift move she pulled her tank top up over her head. Her breasts shook and jiggled as she moved. She dropped her top to the floor and smiled.

"God... you're beautiful," I said, staring at her perfect breasts.

"Thanks," she said, smiling.

Teena tugged my t-shirt up and off of me. She tossed it to the floor and ran her hands over my bare chest, teasing my nipples with her fingertips. She bent down and swirled her tongue around my right one, then looked up and grinned.

I ran my hands up my sister's bare back. Her skin was silky smooth. When I drug my fingernails up her spine she moaned, writhing her shoulders. Her light brown nipples had stiffened and stood out from her gently swaying breasts. I bent down and ran my tongue around her right nipple and two-inch areola, then sucked both between my lips. Teena moaned and held me by my head, urging me on.

"I'm already so wet, Ramesh... you're going to drive me crazy," she said in a ragged voice.

I cupped her breasts in my hands, kneading them as my mouth moved from one thick, hard nipple to the other. Teena stroked my back while I groped her and teased her thick nubs with my tongue and lips. They darkened slightly with the flush of arousal and I tugged at one with my teeth, making her moan louder.

When she reached down and gave my balls a squeeze I groaned and looked up at her. She ran her fingers over my shaft through my jeans.

"Where's your bedroom?" My sister sounded like she was in a hurry to get there.

I lead Teena by the hand down the hall to my room. I pushed the door open with my foot and brought her in.

"It's kind of a mess. I wasn't expecting company," I apologized.

"I don't care." Already Teena was unzipping her skirt. "Get undressed. I need you to fuck me, Ramesh. I've wanted this for so long. I probably would have let you years ago if you had have really tried."

My sister was already lying back naked on the bed as I tugged my jeans off. Her smooth, tanned legs were bent and parted. She was resting on her elbows, smiling up at me.

When I got between Teena's open thighs she reached up and held my arms, guiding me down on top of her. I saw the same look of arousal in her eyes that I had seen the night before. I was exciting and made me want her even more. She wrapped her legs around me, locking me to her and pulling me closer.

When my cock slid between her wet lips we both moaned. I sank between her soft thighs and buried my cock in her tight pussy. She gripped me, holding me deep within her, then pushed up with her hips and wiggled them so I rubbed against her clit.

"Fuck me hard, little brother... we both need this so bad," she moaned into my ear.

I began thrusting my hips, looking down to watch her breasts quiver as my cock sank into her. Teena held my arms and ran her hands up and down them, looking up at me, smiling.

"Harder, Ramesh... fuck my pussy hard..."

I moved my hands down to my sister's hips and held onto them. I lifted her up from the bed and began shoving my cock faster and deeper into her, listening to her cries of pleasure grow louder. Her arms fell by her sides and she clutched the sheet beneath her, squeezing her right breast with her right hand.

"That's it... oh god... fuck your horny sister... shove it in me," she cried out.

I was moaning and grunting louder as I thrust my hips. My cock was slick with her musky juice. Teena was even tighter and wetter than I expected; she felt wonderful. Her round breasts shook as I pumped my shaft, slapping against her hard clit with each deep thrust in her. She moaned and pushed back. Her eyes were closed and her head was moving from side to side. She reached down and began rubbing her clit. Soon after that she cried out, squeezing my cock harder. I kept pumping, wanting her to keep cumming. When she came for the second time I knew it was my turn soon; so did she.

"Cum in my mouth... come all over my face like last night," my sister cried out.

I slid my cock from my sister's hot, tight pussy and straddled her chest. She looked up and wrapped her hand around my slick cock. Her juice made her hand glide over it as she stroked me fast.

"Cum for me, little brother. Your cum tastes so good..."

A few seconds later I let out a long moan and warned Teena that I was about to cum. She raised up and wrapped her wet lips around my cock, sucking hard. I felt my cock twitch and my body go rigid as I bathed her tongue and mouth with my cum. She kept sucking and pumping her hand over my shaft. I was still hard and she swallowed as much of my rod as she could, then slid her lips off of it and lay back, satisfied.

"Mmmmm... thanks," she grinned. "I needed that."

I swung my leg off of my sister and laid down on my left side facing her. She rolled over and smiled. Her lips glistened with our juices. I kissed her mouth, sucking on her bottom lip. She giggled, seeming surprised.

"You've never kissed me on the mouth before," she said.

"No, but I've never done a couple of other things I just did either," I reminded her.

"Well, we've got the next twenty-four hours, little brother, and there's still lots I want to do with you." Teena draped herself over me and kissed me hard.

It was going to be a good day.