SISTER FUCKS BROTHER AFTER A BAD DATE

I grew up in Greenville, NC… a little town about an hour and a half east of Raleigh. My only sibling was my brother, Justin, who was a year younger than me. While growing up, we were pretty close, although we managed to have occasional disagreements and quarrels, like any two kids, but for the most part we hung together…. especially when we were young. Our bedrooms were on the second floor of our house, and we shared a bathroom at the end of the hall. Our parents’ bedroom was on the ground floor, so they didn’t always hear our sibling spats… which, now that I think of it, was probably by design.

Some of our quarrels ended up in physical tussles, although we never really hurt each other… just rolled around until both of us ran out of steam. As we got older… especially into our mid-teens and high school… our grappling became much less frequent since, inevitably, Justin became too strong and dominating for it to make any difference.

I was fortunate enough to develop early, which meant by the time I was a sophomore in high school, I was considered an attractive girl, with auburn hair, green eyes, and a pretty smile. I was also very shapely, with a tight ass and big, soft 35E breasts. My looks…. and especially my boobs…. garnered lots of attention from the guys…. and even the girls…. in my classes. I was always one of the most popular girls in school, and was never at a loss for dates and boyfriends.

I could tell that Justin noticed my young, nubile breasts, too, because when we did scuffle during our quibbles, he spent most of his time nudging and squeezing them… and sometimes even grabbing my pussy and rubbing his crotch up against me… until our little row was over.

Since he was my brother, I didn’t always acknowledge it, but Justin had developed early, too, and had become a fairly handsome, well-built young man by the time he was in high school. When I was a junior and he was a sophomore, he was already on the varsity wrestling team. He was the regional champion in the 195 lbs weight class, so he was big and strong… with broad shoulders, a flat stomach, thick chest and tight butt. Even as a sophomore, Justin was extremely popular… especially with the girls… even the juniors and seniors… so he was rarely without a date, too.

During our occasional squabbles that sometimes involved a little physical wrangling, I was not averse to nudging and grabbing Justin’s crotch as we rolled around on the sofa or living room carpet. So, I was well aware that he had an impressive cock. I’d never seen it… or felt it… fully erect, but it often became semi-hard during these skirmishes, so I had a good idea that he was packing. I think sometimes I even started a tiff just to get into a jostling match so I could get my boobs tweaked, and grab a handful of semi-hard penis.

During the early part of the summer before my senior year, our parents took a trip out of town, leaving Justin and me alone for the weekend. This wasn’t unusual…. Justin and I had been left alone many times by our parents ever since we were young teenagers…. but that weekend took a turn I was definitely not expecting.

It was exceedingly rare that Justin or I didn’t have a date on any given Friday night, and even more uncommon for the two of us to be without dates on the same date night. But that’s where we found ourselves on that particular Friday…. Justin’s girlfriend was visiting relatives in Ohio with her family for the weekend, and my boyfriend had graduated and was at a baseball camp in an effort to land a college scholarship.

So, since we were both kicking around the house, we ordered pizza and lounged around watching TV as we settled in for a lazy evening at home. We were both in our usual bedtime clothes… I was in a soft, cotton t-shirt and panties, and Justin was wearing a pair of loose basketball shorts… and nothing else.

I wasn’t wearing a bra, as usual, so my unfettered breasts were jiggling around freely underneath my shirt, and my nipples were making pretty obvious bumps in the thin fabric of my top. Justin appeared to be going commando beneath his shorts, because I could see the outline of his penis hanging down one leg of his baggy shorts as he walked around the house or sat on the couch.

After we finished the pizza, Justin turned the TV station to a movie, then headed out to the kitchen to make some popcorn. I wasn’t crazy about the movie he’d chosen, so I took the remote control and switched channels to one I liked better.

When Justin returned to the living room, he saw what I’d done and growled, “What the fuck, sis… I was watching that.”

Keeping the remote, I replied, “It looks boring, Justin…. I want to watch something else.”

“No… I had it first… change it back,” he said, as he put the popcorn down and reached for the remote.

I held the remote away from him in my left hand, refusing to give it up, and before long we were tangled up on the sofa, as he tried to pry the remote from my grip. It didn’t take long before I noticed that he was grabbing my boobs more than the remote, and he was even slipping his hand between my legs quite a bit, as we rolled around on the sofa…. ostensibly over control of the clicker.

Even as I held the remote control in one hand, I was using my other to fend him off… occasionally nudging his dick and ball sack through his shorts as we scrapped. He was obviously getting hard, and… to be honest… I was getting aroused from all the roughhousing, tit grabbing, and cock bumping going on.

Suddenly…. in a move that caught me totally by surprise, Justin flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my hips back toward his torso, so that I was on my hands and knees facing away from him. In a pretty deft move, he pushed my t-shirt up past my tits, then yanked it off over my head and pulled my panties down to mid-thigh. With one strong hand, he held me in that position, as he shoved his shorts down to his knees, allowing his engorged prick to spring free and slap against my naked ass cheeks.

In stunned silence I tried to wrap my head around what was happening!

Unable to get out of his grasp, I let out a yelp, then looked over my shoulder and exclaimed, “What the fuck are you doing, Justin?”

“Teaching you to quit fucking with me,” he replied, as he held me in place with one hand on my hip, and used the other hand to aim the tip of his prick at my exposed vagina.

He rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down between my pussy lips, murmuring, “Holy shit, Melanie… you’re soaking wet.” Then leaned forward, shoving his rigid pole into me with a massive push. I let out a squeal, then began to moan and grunt as he started pushing his stiff prick in and out of my wet pussy.

My God, he was huge… definitely the biggest I’d ever had inside me… my mind was a chaotic jumble as I tried to accommodate this enormous presence between my legs.

“Yiike!