The Simple Truth Ch. 01

The simple truth was that I needed to get off. It was no big deal to wander into the laundry room and snag a pair of panties from the hamper. I didn't look closely, but they could have been my mother's, or my sister's. Hell! I didn't care.

My father was on the golf course with his buddies, my sister was at the mall with her friends from the local community college, and my mom was visiting her mom for a week. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon.

Taking a tape from my secret stash of porn hidden under my bed, I wandered into the living room and slid it into the VCR. The leather couch was cool, and I reached into my sweats to adjust my cock. The movie flashed onto the big screen TV and there, in front of me, were three hot cheerleaders getting gangbanged by the football team. I loved this one, being on my high school team for the last three years.

With my free hand I held the panties to my face, inhaling their sweet scent. They were fairly scanty, and I guessed that they belonged to Jessica, my sister. As I watched the hot action unfold on the TV, the scent of Jessie's pussy made me think of her hot little body. Even though she was two years older than me, she was always my little sister.

She's 5'6", petite, with soft chestnut hair that falls in natural curls around her pale face. Bright green eyes, high cheekbones, and a dazzling smile all add to her beauty. She's a part time aerobics instructor at the local gym and, although she doesn't have an ounce of fat on her, she has a sweet round ass, and cupcake breasts to die for. Let me just say that friends of mine moan and bite their hands when they see her. She's a fox. Words, however, don't do her justice.

I'm not so bad myself. Three years of football training have given me a well-toned body, with lots of muscle definition. Also, like my sister, I have a fair dose of natural good looks, with the same wavy brown hair and green eyes. I'm a bit taller, though, standing 6'2" in my bare feet.

So, there I was, shirt open, cock in hand, Jessie's panties shoved into my face, watching porn, when in she walks. Worse, her best friend Maggie is with her. It takes them all of three seconds to figure out the scene in front of them and they bust out laughing. Me? I'm scrambling to hide the panties. Too late, though. Maggie spots them.

"Oh my God, Jessie!! Your pervo brother is sniffing your undies!"

Jessica swiveled on her heel, grabbing Maggie roughly by the arm and pushing her against the open door.

"My brother is NOT a pervo!!"

Honestly, I'd never seen my sister act this way before. Her emerald eyes ablaze, she seemed like a lioness defending her cubs or something.

Through clenched teeth she hissed, "maybe you'd better leave."

Maggie, shaking her head, walked out muttering, "what....ever!"

With Maggie gone, and the door closed, she came to me. My cock had long since gone soft but I'd forgotten to stop the tape playing in the VCR. As she knelt by the couch, she slid one cool hand over my chest and belly, tracing the curves of my 6-pack abs.

"You know, little brother, you're awfully cute."

I fumbled around, looking for the remote to stop the grunts and moans emanating from the TV. She grabbed my hand, though, stopping me.

"Leave it on, Chris. Its actually kinda sexy!"

She plucked the panties from my hand and held them to her nose.

"Mmm. I never knew how good I smelled until just now."

I was blushing terribly and, even worse, my cock was beginning to harden again.

"Jessica, I'm really sorry." I felt like a total heel.

"Don't be silly, silly," she said, smiling warmly at me as she caressed my chest, her hand slipping lower, toward my belly, dangerously close to the top of my sweats that, if truth be told, were not fastened very tightly.

Her eyes met mine, and I felt like a deer frozen in the headlights of an oncoming diesel truck. "You know, Chris," she said, pausing to bite her lip pensively, "seeing you like that, and knowing you were smelling me, well..." Again, she bit her lip, her eyes wandering off into some imagined scenario.

I couldn't stand it.

"Well what???"

Again, her eyes met mine. "Well, it was kinda hot."

There it was. She'd gone and said it. Without any help from me, my cock began to harden in earnest who, frankly, wasn't very happy about it. But seriously, my erection was hard to miss. There it was, tenting my sweats, my sister literally just mere inches from it and her the object of my fevered imaginings. I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead.

"Hot, you say? Well... I'm feeling rather warm myself!"

Oh my god what a fucking moron. I can't believe I just let those words escape from my lips. But she laughed. It was not a mocking laugh, nor was it a pitiful laugh. It was the one laugh that I never thought to hear. It was the "Oh yeah, I know that feeling" laugh.

Her eyes locked with mine, she lifted her hand from my belly, extended a single slender finger and, ever so gently, traced the outline of my hard cock from its base to its tip. It throbbed involuntarily at her touch, making her gasp in surprise.

"I wish I could see it."

My throat was parched. It felt like I'd walked a desert mile in the noonday sun.

"See it?"

A big grin crossed her face. "Show me yours and I'll show you mine," she breathed, her cheeks flushing pink, either with embarrassment or desire.

My mind spinning, I raised my hips, pushed my sweats down, and there it was. My cock. It, like me, was slender and tall. I'd once measured it: Five inches around, and 9 inches long. Her reaction was immediate. The color in her cheeks deepened, she licked her lips and, without a moment's thought, reached out and wrapped her hand around the shaft.

"Damn, bro! You've got a real beauty!"

She surprised me by releasing my cock and standing. At first I thought she'd chickened out and was going to make a hasty retreat to her room but, to the contrary, she began unbuttoning her silky white top, which slid easily off of her pale shoulders. I'd never seen a more beautiful bra. It was lacy, frilly, and sexy all at the same time. Mostly white, with a bit of lavender trim. She then reached behind her, sliding the zipper down on her skirt, which dropped to the floor, revealing matching panties.

From my point of view, she stood above me like a goddess. My eyes drank her in, and I couldn't help but notice the wet spot on her panties. She stepped out of her heels and sat on the edge of the couch, her hip touching my thigh.

"All my college girlfriends think you're a hunk, Chris." Her eyes swept quickly over my naked body. "All of them want to fuck you." She leaned forward, her soft hair caressing my belly as she planted a kiss on my twitching dickhead. My body arched involuntarily, my fingers gripping the cushions as her soft moist lips drew me into the warmth of her mouth.

"Oh fuck," I cried, trying desperately not to cum. She did not relent. Her soft lips encircled my shaft, her tongue sweeping maddeningly around my sensitive glans. Before I knew what was happening, I began to cum. My whole body began to twitch and tremble and, somewhere off in the distance I could hear someone screaming. It felt like a long, thick, slippery rope was tied to my spinal cord and she was sucking it out through my dick. As the spasms began to fade my sister gently released me with a soft popping sound. She's swallowed every drop but one that clung to the corner of her wickedly smiling lips.

As I lay there gasping like a fish out of water, she moved up and kissed me. I didn't even freak as I tasted the salty funk of my own cum on her tongue. I just kissed her back, pulling her to me, holding her close, not wanting the moment to end. Our lips melded together into one long soul kiss and, honestly, I never felt more happy or at peace. Despite using her for the occasional jerk-off fantasy, I'd always adored my sister and held her in the highest regard. She wasn't like some girls who treat their brothers like shit. In fact, Maggie's brother Matt was always complaining about how mean she was to him. Jessica was always there for me, and I loved her for it.

After kissing for what felt like hours, she pulled back, still smiling. "So, little brother, do you want to help your big sister out of her panties?" She stood, moving close to me, and my hands shook as they reached out to tug her undies down over her curvy hips. I couldn't help but gasp as I saw her mound, clean-shaven except for a landing strip of fuzz just above her wet, pink lips. She stepped out of them as they hit the floor and reached down to pull me up.

"I want you to eat me," she said, kneeling on the couch, her head resting on the back of it. I knelt behind her, her ass and pussy spread open before me, and I pressed my face into her steamy cunt. Now, I'm no rookie when it comes to eating pussy. In fact, my first girlfriend made it her mission to train me in its finer points.

So, there I was, my nose pressed to her sweet smelling rosebud, my tongue dipping into her weeping pussy, and sweeping lower to circle around her swollen clit. I gripped her hips, pulling her back against my face, occasionally reaching up beneath her to gently knead the soft flesh of this or that hanging breast. Frustrated by her bra, I pushed it up, releasing her tits and hard nipples.

Her pussy was gushing. I could hear her breathing become labored, her gasps of pleasure becoming louder, and faster. She began to moan and sob.

"Oh God, bro! Oh shit, Chris! Don't you fucking stop! Eat my pussy! I'm gunna cum!"

I was tempted to increase the tempo of my licks but my teacher always told me, "if its working, don't get creative. Just keep at it." Well, she was right, of course, so I kept at it and, before I knew it, Jessie was screaming my name, gripping the sofa, and otherwise cumming her brains out.

Before she could regain her senses, I stood and gripped her hips again, aiming my still hard cock toward her spasming cunt. I just pushed right in, all 9 inches deep into her body, and was gripped by the velvety glove of her soft, warm, tight, pussy. Having cum once, I knew that I could last for a while and so began a slow, deep fuck. I made sure that each stroke went in deep, touching the hidden recesses of her womb.

For a split second I feared she might balk at the idea of her own brother fucking her. After all, a little head is one thing. Even amongst siblings, oral sex could be forgiven. Fucking, on the other hand, was crossing a clearly drawn line into the world of incest. There was no way around it. I was fucking my sister.

"Oh shit, Chris! I love your cock! Fuck me harder, bro!" Her body shook with each powerful thrust, our bodies slapping together noisily. I gazed down at the beautiful curve of her back, her auburn locks obscuring her face. Slowly, I pulled out.

"Jessie, I want to look into your eyes as we fuck." Without saying a word, she flipped herself over, lying back onto the couch. I moved forward, lifting her legs and resting her heels on my shoulder. Reaching down, I pressed my cockhead to the mouth of her pussy and pushed it in. Our eyes were locked as I sank into her, and watched with pleasure as her lips formed a perfect "O", and a low moan escaped her lips. Once again, our bodies began to slap together, my hips moving faster and faster, driving my shaft into her clenching depths.

"Oh, fuck, sis," I moaned, "your tight little cunt is so hot." I could tell that my sex talk turned her on even more.

"Yes, bro, fuck your sister with that big hard cock of yours!" Her face was flushed, and damp with perspiration. "That's it, Chris! Slam your hard cock deep into my cunt!"

Despite the difference in our heights, our bodies seemed to fit together perfectly. My hips were moving faster now, and I could see Jessie's sweet face begin to contort into a mask of orgasmic pleasure. I knew that, as soon as she began to cum, I'd cum too. Suddenly, her whole body went rigid, and she gripped my shoulders, driving her fingernails into my flesh. A stream of incoherent words erupted from her lips. I could feel her pussy muscles gripping me and, in a few more strokes my own orgasm overtook me, sending wave after wave of hot sperm into my sister's upturned pussy.

We lay together, gasping and sweaty, holding each other and kissing softly. The afterglow was intense, and my feelings of love and admiration for Jessica blossomed in a way I'd never imagined possible. We gazed into each other's eyes, smiling, almost giddy. We kissed and kissed and, at some point, the endorphins caught up with us and we both drifted off to sleep, still entangled.