Play time is over

Note : This story is completely fictional!

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My sister was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen when we were growing up. Gina was only a little older than me, but she matured long before I did. By the time my cock started reacting to female flesh, my sister had a body that was driving older boys and men crazy. To me, it was pure torture in my own home. My first hard-ons were caused by her. I don't know how many gallons of cum I shot in the middle of the night with Gina as the star in one of my frequent, vivid wet-dreams. 

Dreaming about her wasn't all that I did. I lusted after her all day --- and not just in my heart, either. It started slowly. I would catch a quick glimpse of her coming from the shower; the damp, tight towel wrapped around Gina's sweet, young body, only further emphasizing her wondrous curves. When she saw me watching, she always seemed to linger, finding some important task that required her to stay within my sight after her shower. The towel fought a battle with her supple, young body. The rough material seemed to caress her creamy-white tits. Once in a while, the towel would lose the battle, slipping just enough for me to peek at her luscious titties, or her brown, fur-covered cunt. 

Growing up around my sister was interesting. Hell, it was more than just interesting --- it was exciting. I wasn't alone, though. I quickly found that Gina enjoyed our games as much as I did. She teased me in little ways that changed subtly as my body thickened and matured. Looks became touches, and then caresses. The last summer she lived with us, Gina was really into tanning in our fenced backyard. She let me lotion her back when the folks were out.

Her old, black, one-piece suit evolved into as skimpy bikini, usually 
with the top untied. She now had much more skin that needed a coating 
of tanning oil. I happily volunteered for the job. I liked touching 
the back of her sexy frame, but I pushed it until I was actually rubbing the more interesting side. She didn't fight much. Gina's firm, heavy, nicely tanned boobs were the first ones I ever touched. 
Did I get to fuck her? No, damn it! We never did anything. Not even a quick hand-job. I wanted it, and I think she did, too. We just didn't have the time to let it happen. 

While I was just entering college, she moved out west to live with some guy. Our reunion came after a long, tearful phone call that I received two months ago. Gina said that everything had gone wrong. Her boyfriend turned out to be an asshole, and he had skipped out on her.

Our parents said that she should move back with them. I made the same 
offer, and to my surprise, Gina said that she would be arriving at my 
apartment the next night --- if it was okay with me. I was attending college about a thousand miles from our family home. I was pretty good at football in high school, and they're providing me with a full-ride scholarship here. I'm a real freshman, not one of those red-shirt guys, but I started every game this year. The apartment was owned by one of the team boosters. I was supposed to be house-sitting for him. Yeah, right. House-sitting --- for as long as I kept catching footballs, that is. Anyway, it was no place for me to live for free. 

When I opened the door for my big sister on that night two months ago, she was even more lovely than my memories of her. All of twenty- one now, Gina had colored her hair. She was now a blonde. The long curls fell around her shoulders, framing that angelic face I had seen on the succubus haunting so many of my horny dreams. I couldn't see much of her body, but what little I did see looked nice --- really nice. 

We sat on the couch until late in the night, talking about all the things that had happened to us over the last three years. Gina had arrived with a couple of bottles of wine. The first was already gone, and we were putting a pretty good dent in the second one. I guess we were both becoming a little tipsy. 

Then she started to talk about that last summer --- that last summer when our sexplay had almost got out of hand. "I was mean to you, Justin," she giggled. 

"What do you mean, Sis?" 

"I used to tease you," she said, her laughter making those big, beautiful, braless tits shimmy under her blouse. "It was kinda fun, though, knowing that you were so excited by me." 

"I guess," I stammered, my eyes locked on her visible nipples. 

"No," she insisted. "I was mean. I knew that I was making you all worked up over me. I loved it when I made you hard. I could always tell, too. I used to go inside afterwards and finger myself until I got off." 

"Jeez, Sis!" I gasped. 

"Mmmm," she purred, sinking into the couch, her hand somehow over on my thigh before I actually realized it. "Yeah. I remember when I let you put lotion on my titties that first time. I went to bed later and played with myself, thinking about you suffering under that little swimsuit. God! You grew so big that the head of your thing was sticking out in the open." 

"It did?" I blurted out, astonished that she had known that. 

"Did you do it, too?" she asked, turning that pretty face to look 
deeply into my eyes. 

Gina was moving on the couch now, her sexy body squirming as she 
humped her hips up a little. Her hand had moved. The fingers were 
now on the inside of my thigh, creeping upward slowly. "You know," 
she continued, no longer giggling. "Did you play with your cock, 
thinking about me?" 

Gina leaned closer. Her lips came toward mine. Closer. Then 
closer still. The pink, moist tip of her tongue came out. It ran 
slowly around her slightly parted lips until they glistened in the 
light. The last inch between us disappeared, and her lips found mine. 
Her tongue was insistent, worming into my mouth and fighting an 
intertwining battle with my own. 

By the time the kiss broke, we were both panting. "You're hard right now, Justin," she whispered, her hand searching until she confirmed that undeniable fact. "Mmmm, yes. You're all big and hard for me." 
Gina took charge. She opened her blouse, showing me those 
beautiful tits of hers. Trembling fingers pulled off my T-shirt. Our 
next kiss was skin to skin, her tits mashing into my chest. Her hands 
searched for the buttons on my jeans. She had me naked in seconds, 
and then her own clothing followed, joining in the pile near the 
couch. 

She hadn't changed in three years, other than her tits were a 
little heavier. Her body was also somehow fuller and more sexy --- 
without her having gained a pound in weight. This time, though, I 
didn't have to be happy with just looking and pretending to lotion her body. This time I could touch freely, and be touched just as openly in return. 

Gina settled down between my open legs. Her big tits dragged 
down over my belly, crossing over my cock in a wondrous, sliding 
delight that was over much too soon. As exciting and heavenly as her 
naked tits on my cock and balls felt, I quickly forgot all about the 
thrill as she spoke, saying things I'd only dreamed of hearing. 
"I'm gonna do you, Justin," she said, wetting her lips again and 
staring straight at my rock-hard boner. 

"God!" I groaned. 

"I'm gonna suck you off," she mewled, squirming delightfully 
between my thighs. "I shouldn't have teased you, baby. I'm gonna 
make up for that right now. Come for me. Come in my mouth." 
As I looked on in awe, my beautifully naked sister's lips dropped 
down, touching the head of my prick. It jerked, bobbing back and 
forth over her lips. A shiny bubble of pre-cum burst as she kissed my 
cockhead. The slippery fluid stuck to her lips, stringing out from my 
prick as she looked up into my eyes once more.