Coming Home To Sister Part 3

My mind was reeling as we drove home in silence. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence though, more of a long contented moment between us, with the expectation of more to come. Occassionally she reached over and squeezed my thigh and let her hand run over my crotch. It could have been my imagination, but I thought she was driving a bit faster than she normally did.

The car pulled into our driveway, Sarah turned off the car and turned to me, and in a low lusty voice I’d never heard her use before, she said, “I love you, big brother, and I want you so bad, I always have. Let’s go – I’m going to fuck your brains out tonight sweetie.”
With that, we were both inside the front door. In front of my eyes, my sister, my beautiful, sweet and mostly innocent sister became a bitch in heat, as the saying goes; I had honestly never seen anything like it. The energy between us was more than lust, more than sex, it was a desperate animal instinct. An absolute need for unbridled sex borne of our love for each other. It was almost magical.

She fumbled with the lock to the front door with one hand, grabbing my shirt with the other. She turned me around and playfully threw me against the front door. She took my shirt in both hands and pulled hard, literally ripping it from my body. It fell haplessly to the floor as she wrapped her arms around my neck, her hands caressing my bare shoulders, her full breasts mashed into my chest, her mouth locked onto mine as our tongues twined together. The heat and rapid breathing between us became even more intense. She began dry humping her crotch hard against mine as we leaned against the door. My cock was back for an encore, as hard as it had ever been in my life. My sister continued to jean-fuck me as I pulled her sweater off of her. She wrapped her arms around me again, smashing and grinding her crotch into me. I was starting to worry that I was going to come again right there in my pants, but I had some decent staying power built up from the incredible blow job she had given me earlier.

Just then my sister tightened her embrace, humping her crotch madly into mine. Her breasts swelled more against me as she came in her jeans. “Oh, FUCK baby, oh yeah, uhhhhh, give it to your sissy baby, yeah, ohhh, FUCK mmmmmmmmmm.” She resumed kissing me for a moment and then took a step back from me.

We hadn’t even turned the lights on yet. She flicked the light switch on, and for a second I had the horrible thought, “What if there was someone in the room?” There wasn’t, though, just my gorgeous, now sweaty sister stood in front of me.