Ambient Night One

100% fiction!It was three A.M. when I awoke hearing noise in my kitchen. I got up wearing my usual bedtime attire, pajama bottoms with no top, and sleepily made my way to the kitchen. I seemed to smell bacon—how odd!

As I came through the living area of my apartment I saw with amazement my sister standing at the stove frying bacon—and she was totally naked! Her round fleshy ass moved very slowly from side to side as if she were hearing music. My first thought, I swear to God, was “You don’t fry bacon naked! You could burn yourself.”

I rushed to her and gently turned her away from the hot grease and moved the frying pan off the burner. Second (or is it the third) amazing thing was: Cissy’s eyes were closed. I pulled her into my arms and her hand which had held the pan naturally came onto my shoulder and we stood like dancers, naked, incestual dancers.

“What are you doing, Cissy?” I asked.
Her eyes open finally and she looked innocently into mine. “Making breakfast, Tony.”

I was feeling her large soft breasts against my chest and her furry groin pressed to my still soft but thinking of arousing cock. “It’s three o’clock in the morning, Darling. It’s not time for breakfast.”
I wanted to break the embrace but her right hand had slipped down to my ass cheek and fondled it. My little sister leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Then I can think of something to do until breakfast time.” And she stuck her tongue in my ear.

I am two years older than Cissy—she’s thirty-two. And she moved in with me this week because she split with her boyfriend and I have plenty of room in my three bedroom apartment. I have wanted to fuck her since I could get a hard-on but I have never touched her, certainly not touching like this. She is tall and built like an old-fashioned model with large droopy tits and generous ass, although her waist is small.

Now I could feel my cock rising to the occasion—my dick tends to come erect at a ninety degree angle to my crotch and it rose between her legs and nestled longwise into her vulva. She is almost a tall as I am and we were a nearly perfect fit.

my sexy sister began moving her pussy lips back and forth along my stiff manhood and her face lips came to mine and she kissed my deeply; her tongue moved into and out of my mouth like an explorer testing unknown waters. women always say that men think with their balls and not their brains, and I was totally fulfilling their stereotype. I knew this was an awful idea, I knew I should not fuck my sister, I knew she was drugged and I brain said it was the Ambient sleeping pills she was taking. But my balls were shouting much louder and much more clearly, “Fuck her! Put your cock into that soft pliant body and fuck the hell out of her!”

So, of course, I did. I danced her over to the counter and lifted her up in a pas de deux and placed her with her legs open and her fuzzy pussy begging for petting. We had never broken our kiss and now my tongue was fucking her mouth. I placed the head of my raging member at the maw of her cunt and I could feel her engorge clit standing as if sentry to the treasury and my helmeted soldier rubbed against her female cockette as if asking entry.

At the last second I pulled back. “Cissy, I don’t have a rubber. Are you on birth control?”
She smiled a dazzling smile, “No, big brother, I want you to make a baby in me! Fuck me!” And she moved a few inches and impaled herself onto my cockhead.
“In for a penny, in for a pound,” my balls said and my brain was brain-dead and I plunged into that wet velvet tunnel like a subway behind time.

We shouted in unison, “Oh, God!” And from then on it was push and shove, and kiss and lick and bite and whimper until she came loudly and I followed her a moment later and jammed my sperm into her vagina until warm white jism flowed around my stiffness and covered my balls and her vulva and ran down our legs and I collapsed onto her. We were breathing hard as if we had just run the marathon.

Somehow (this is foggy to me), I got her into her bed, but it didn’t stop there. She held to me with a strength I couldn’t (or wouldn’t) match, and I ended up kneeling over her lovely body and sucking her large tits as if trying to pump milk from them. In the back of my mind (was my brain waking up?), I knew I had seen her nipples before. When she began to grow tits when she was twelve, I spent hours trying to spy on those delicious berries. I glimpsed them when she had more berry than breast, and I spied them when her breasts grew larger and she would innocently bend over. I jacked off to the remembered view of those titties so many times that now when I had them for real I just couldn’t get enough of them.

So I licked and sucked and nibbled and bit. I pushed my face down into those soft pillows and stretched them up by the nips to incredible heights. And my little sister encouraged my with groans and moans and “yeses” and then I was between her tits with my cock and she pressed them together onto my fuck faucet. It was slimy between those big honkers from the saliva I had laved onto them and I tit-fucked her as if I had found a new cunt just made for me.

She leaned forward and took the head of my prick in her mouth and tongued and licked and kissed me as I ground back and forth in her tit channel. I was pulling back when I came onto her tits and her chin and her neck and her belly and I was moving forward when I shot a second spurt onto her face and covered her nose and eyes and cheeks. My third shot covered her breasts again and she looked as if she had been frosted like a cake with white brotherly incest cream.