My First Night With Sarah

It happened about two years ago. She was seventeen then and I had just turned twenty five. It’s not something I’m particularly proud of, in fact the mere thought of this secret getting out is very frightening because I come from a very conservative family. Having sex outside marriage is strictly frowned upon leave alone having sex with your own sister.

Sara is a very beautiful girl. She is independent and intelligent and mature for her age. She is fair skinned and has dark brown hair, nice firm pointy breasts and nice long legs. She also has very beautiful hands and feet, which is something I’ve always found most sensual in any girl. But I never even thought of lusting after or looking at her ‘that way’. All that changed the night my elder sister got married.

I am generally a very reserved person, mostly quiet, and described as intelligent. On the day of my elder sister’s wedding I knew that there was going to be a lot of dancing. Past experiences have proven that I would have a much better time in this situation if I was drunk. So at the pre party, I had god knows how many shots of vodka, and by the time we went to the wedding, I was completely wasted. I danced like there was no tomorrow, sang till my voice was hoarse. It was great. The problem began when we all reached home at around 3 in the morning. Every one was tired and went to sleep quite immediately. I was alone in my room feeling very nauseous, I think I over did it with the drinking.

So I sat alone in the room feeling miserable and for some odd reason very horny. I guess alcohol really does bring out all that is instinctual in a man, which is why when drunk, we say what we feel and do what we want to do. There is no holding back….not in any situation. I reached down my trousers and began touching myself. My 6 ½ inch cock was as hard as steel and pulsated rhythmically, craving to be jacked off. I was still not completely in my senses, I was still a little drunk. I just wanted to jack off and go to sleep. I suddenly heard the door open and saw Sara walk into the room. She switched the light on.. “Turn it off.” I said. The light seemed to give me a headache. Only the dim light of the lamp placed on my bedside table illuminated the whole room and that as quite enough. Sara was very concerned about me. We were very close. I was always protective with her and reacted very violently if anyone upset her for any reason.

“Are you alright she asked?”

“I feel terrible.” I said miserably with my head in my hands. I wanted her to leave. I was dying to jack off, so much so that I felt feverish. I even shivered a few times thinking of how nice it would be to plunge my cock inside a sweet tight pussy and cumming inside it. Sara came and sat beside me. She wore a beautiful red blouse with intricately woven work on it and a long heavy silk skirt with decorative beads. The skirt draped down to her toes. She smelled magnificent. Like roses, mainly because she had some attached to her wrists. She had removed her jewelry and had untied her hair. She looked very much like a bride herself, waiting to be taken by a husband on her wedding night. She spoke to me about ways to help me feel better. She said things like, “You should drink lots of water, and maybe you shouldn’t go to work tomorrow…..” but my mind was else where.

The first time I actually thought of having sex with her crossed my mind when she reached for a glass of water resting on the bedside table on the opposite side. Too lazy to walk around the bed, she lay on her stomach across the bed and reached for the glass. My eyes automatically observed her beautiful ass. I remember I started breathing very heavily, and broke into sweat. I had this really uncontainable urge to unleash my cock from my trousers, lift her skirt, set her underwear aside and enter her in that same position. I wanted to fuck the crap out of her. She was at that moment the most beautiful thing in the world to me. I don’t know if it was the fact that I hadn’t masturbated in a while or because I was drunk, but I was never hornier. I could feel my precum dripping out of my cock and my balls felt incredibly tense.

I truly had temporarily lost it. I had all these thoughts whirl inside my head in the span of five seconds. Sara finally sat back up again and handed me the glass of water. My hand shook slightly as I gulped it down. As much as I wanted her to stay, I wanted her to leave.