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I'm balls-deep in my big-titty little sister Emma, fucking her hard against the wall of the rec room we used to play around in as kids, when we hear Mom and Dad pull into the driveway.

*quot;Oh, fuck,*quot; whimpers Emma, her already-big green eyes getting bigger. *quot;They're home from their vacation early.*quot;

*quot;It's fine,*quot; I say, although I have no basis on which to say this, and continue pumping her.

*quot;It's fine?*quot; she half-asks, half-moans. She's staring up at me innocently, as if she has no part in this, as if her brother's cock isn't slapping in and out of her pussy as we speak. *quot;What happens if Mom and Dad catch their son screwing their daughter? Brothers and sisters aren't supposed to have sex, you know. I bet they'd kick us out of the house.*quot;

She has a point. And our situation is pretty dire. Our clothes - Emma's black pleated skirt and white blouse, my t-shirt and jeans - are strewn across the floor. The only article that either of us is still wearing is Emma's panties, which hang around her legs. Her long, wavy brown hair is slick with sweat, and there's a general smell of sex in here. But I really, really don't want to stop screwing Emma right now. Her unbearably tight, wet little sister-pussy always makes me ignore all logic.

*quot;Don't worry, babe,*quot; I say. *quot;If Mom and Dad kick us out, we can cool our heels at a hotel for a couple nights, okay?*quot;

*quot;How?*quot; she squeals as I pound her harder, her green eyes looking into my soul. *quot;You're a cashier at a grocery store and I'm in high school. You don't even have enough money to take me to that French place that just opened up downtown.*quot;

*quot;Nah, I do, I was just lying to you because I wanted to hang out with my friends that night,*quot; I say. *quot;I've got a couple hundred bucks saved up.*quot;

She pouts and lowers her eyebrows. *quot;You're the worst big brother ever. Now hurry up and cum in me before they find us, I'd rather not find out what kind of rat-infested motel room you can afford.*quot; She sticks her tongue out at me.

*quot;You're such a brat, Em,*quot; I say, and start fucking her even harder, just as I hear the front door of the house unlock, two rooms away.

*quot;Kids!*quot; Dad shouts. *quot;Kids, we were thinking about ordering Chinese tonight, does that work for you?*quot;

*quot;Sure, Dad!*quot; I shout, trying to keep the panting out of my voice.

*quot;How about you, Emma?*quot; shouts Mom. *quot;Chinese food tonight?*quot;

*quot;Yeah, that's fine, Mom!*quot; shouts Emma. Her voice comes out as a bit of a whine.

*quot;What are you two doing in there?*quot; asks Mom. I can hear her footsteps approaching.

*quot;Nothing!*quot; we answer together.

*quot;Mom, don't come in here!*quot; I add. I can feel the cum gathering in my balls, preparing to shoot into my little sister.

*quot;Oh, I think I know what's going on,*quot; says Mom. Her voice is even closer now. I can hear her just outside the door. All she'd need to do would be open it, and she'd see her two beloved children humping like wild animals, a sight that might well scar her for life.

*quot;Yeah?*quot; I ask, a chill running through me.

*quot;You're wrapping your Christmas presents for me and your father,*quot; she says.

*quot;Oh,*quot; I say in relief. *quot;That's, uh, totally what we're doing.*quot;

*quot;You two are so sweet,*quot; she says. *quot;Well, I'll just leave you to it, then. Let me know when you decide what you want to order from Yang's.*quot;

And then, just as she starts to walk away, I bust a nut inside of Emma. To my mammalian brain, my high level of excitement probably indicates a high-value mating opportunity, and it responds by instructing my dick to pump ounce after ounce of semen into my little sister's pussy. Luckily I'm wearing a condom, or the Christmas present my sister and I are preparing for our parents would be an inbred grandchild.

We fall to the floor, panting heavily, my body wrapped around that of my cute teenage sister, her long brown hair slick with sweat. I remove my cock from her pussy and the condom from my cock, and a veritable lake of semen flows out, covering her ass and back.

*quot;Emma?*quot; I ask. *quot;Am I a bad big brother?*quot;

She giggles. *quot;Depends on whether you take me to that French place tomorrow or not.*quot;

*

One Week Before That

Up until fairly recently, Emma and I had a pretty normal sibling relationship. We were super close as little kids, but as tends to happen, we grew apart as we got older and I headed off to college. We still cared about each other, of course, but that special sibling bond seemed to evaporate a little bit. After all, our relationship had been based on kid stuff like playing house and wrestling with each other. It would be weird if we still did that as adults, right? Instead, as she entered her teenage years Emma became obsessed with romance movies and emo bands, while I liked '80s music and Nicolas Cage.

Around last a year ago, six months after I graduated from college, my girlfriend of three years Jillian broke up with me for *quot;not being mature enough.*quot; She complained pendik escort that I still lived in my parents' house even though I was in my mid-twenties, that I had no ambition, that all I ever wanted to do when we hung out was watch movies and fuck. To be honest, she probably had a point. Even though I'd majored in journalism and had done okay in school, I didn't have much interest in getting a full-time job or saving up to buy a home and have a family.

Shortly after the breakup, I started noticing how cute Emma was becoming, and made the decision to try to seduce her. I know it might seem pretty wild, to try to get with one's own teenage sister, but for some reason it never seemed that way to me. Sure, incest is fucked up, but seeing I was a loser with no romantic prospects but a stupid hot sister, I thought I'd be an idiot not to give it a try.

Emma, it should be noted, is very - um, maybe traditional is the best word. It's not that she's no fun or that she's boring - she's actually cool and hilarious, especially after she's had a couple glasses of wine - but even at eighteen, she isn't the kind of person to get wasted or have casual sex. Her understanding of the world is based entirely on her favorite romance films, so her goal is find her soulmate and have a family, and fucking around isn't a stop on that path. She also goes to church and is vying for the valedictorian spot in her senior class. Based on this, it might seem like my attempts to hook up with her might not bear fruit. But on the other hand, as her big brother, I had years of history with her that other guys lacked. So I tried to be optimistic.

I started out innocently enough, complimenting her appearance and asking her about her studies, her friends, her life. Then I began dropping hints that I had a thing for her: saying things that started with *quot;if you were my girlfriend,*quot; *quot;if you weren't my sister,*quot; et cetera. Eventually, I just came right out and said it: I thought she was cute and thought we should fool around. She didn't take it well, but I figured repetition was key. Thus for weeks I'd kept it up, begging her to get with me or to let me take her out on a date. And tonight, she'd finally caved. Sort of. Mom and Dad had decided to use their weeklong Thanksgiving vacation from work to visit some old friends in Florida, so they were out of town for the week. There'd be no turkey, no stuffing, and no apple pie for Emma and I, but we were happy to exchange that for a week free from parental supervision. Normally I'd throw a party and invite my friends, but Operation Sister Seduction was more important. I'd asked Emma if she wanted to stay in, watch a movie, and have a *quot;sibling date night.*quot; She'd agreed, on two conditions: I had to pick up some wine, and she got to pick the movie. So there we were, cuddled up together on the couch, drinking pinot and watching some dumb romcom on Netflix that she'd already seen a million times before. I knew that tonight was finally going to be the night. I just knew it.

*quot;Come on, Em, just show me your tits,*quot; I begged.

*quot;No way!*quot; said Emma. She looks particularly stunning right now. I'd suggested we 'dress up' for our sibling date night and Emma had taken this advice seriously. She'd put light makeup on her cute, elfin face. Her long, wavy-brown hair was in a messy bun. And her five-foot-two, thin hourglass frame was covered by a light-blue sundress that made her look like the sexiest little thing on Earth.

*quot;Why not?*quot; I ask.

*quot;Oh, I don't know,*quot; says Emma. *quot;Number one, sisters aren't supposed to show their tits to their brothers!*quot;

*quot;Stop being such a prude,*quot; I say. *quot;You know, twenty years ago everybody thought being gay was gross, too.*quot;

*quot;It's different,*quot; says Emma. *quot;And anyway, I'm not a slut. The only guy I'm going to show my naked body to is my boyfriend.*quot;

*quot;And do you have a boyfriend?*quot; I ask.

Emma blushes a little. *quot;No, but that isn't my fault,*quot; she says. *quot;All the boys in my high school are either losers or creeps, or both. They only want one thing. Once I get to college, I'll be around more mature guys, and I bet I'll find my soulmate. A guy who's serious about our relationship, and wants to settle down.*quot;

*quot;Yes, if there's one thing college guys are famous for, it's their seriousness and maturity,*quot; I say sarcastically.

*quot;So what are you saying? All men are shit?*quot;

*quot;I'm just saying that you can't trust random dudes,*quot; I say. *quot;That said, there's an alternative. A guy you've known your entire life. A guy who only wants the best for you. A guy who's sitting right here.*quot;

I smile at Emma and put my arm around her, trying to draw her in for a hug. She pushes me away.

*quot;Christ,*quot; she says, rolling her eyes. *quot;I think I liked you better when you were spitting spitballs at me from across the dinner table.*quot;

*quot;Hey, I haven't done that in at least three years,*quot; I say. *quot;Come on, I bet we'd make a great couple. We have silivri escort similar interests, similar personalities, similar facial features even!*quot;

*quot;Fuck off, Ethan,*quot; says Emma. *quot;You're taking this joke too far.*quot;

*quot;It's not a joke!*quot; I say. *quot;Look, it's almost a year before you go to college, and it'll probably be the same amount of time before I have enough saved up to get me own place. We could date right here, right now. I'd basically be doing you a favor, since as we discussed, there are no decent boys in your school.*quot;

*quot;And I suppose you'd get to play with my tits all you want,*quot; says Emma.

*quot;We already established that that's a perk of being your boyfriend,*quot; I say.

*quot;Wow, what a sacrifice for you, to do something so selfless,*quot; says Emma, rolling her eyes. She looks down at her C-cup tits (yes, I've spent a fair amount of time examining Emma's bras, and yes, they look way bigger than C-cups on her slight frame), currently hidden beneath her sundress.

*quot;I wish I'd never grown these things,*quot; she says. *quot;They just bring unwanted attention. Five guys have asked me to Homecoming in the last week. All dickheads, of course.*quot;

*quot;Yeah, what idiots, especially when you already have a boyfriend,*quot; I say.

Emma slaps me across the cheek, half playful, half irritated. *quot;You aren't my boyfriend, you're my brother!*quot; she shouts.

*quot;Those things aren't mutually exclusive,*quot; I say.

*quot;Shut up for a few minutes, this movie's getting to the good part,*quot; says Emma.

So I shut up for a few minutes. The movie is about a young woman who falls in love with her senator father's political rival, a modern-day take on Romeo and Juliet. It's a terrible film, to be clear: the dialog is nonsensical, the script uses every cliché in the book, most of the acting is godawful, and there are several plot holes that are, at this point, completely unresolved. It's overly romantic sludge, put in a sleek package and sold to the desperately lonely. But I can't look away, partly because I suppose that 'desperately lonely' category applies to me, and partly because the female lead is played by Alison Brie circa 2015, who bears more than a passing resemblance to my beautiful sister.

As the characters finally kiss around the midpoint, Emma lets loose a long sigh. *quot;Why can't I find a love like that?*quot; she asks.

So I lean over and start making out with her. Yes, with my own sister. Yes, the wine probably helped my decision. To my surprise, she doesn't pull away. Her mouth opens and our tongues meet, dancing around each other. My sister's tongue. She's kissing me back with surprising intensity, as if my mouth contains some fluid that she needs to live.

Slowly, we pull our faces away from each other. There's a long bead of saliva still connecting our mouths. Emma closes her eyes for a long time and opens them, trying to regain her grasp on reality.

*quot;I shouldn't have done that,*quot; she says. *quot;How much wine have I had?*quot;

I kiss her again before she can talk herself out of this altogether. Making out with Emma is an intense experience. Her strong perfume is my nostrils, the taste of wine is on her lips, her little sundress is begging me to take it off. Come on, it says, don't you want to see the tits I'm covering up? They're your little sister's after all. You've watched them blossom and grow from nothing. Every time you caught one of your friends staring at them, you've told them to knock it off. Don't you deserve some kind of reward? Come on, pull me down!

*quot;Shut up, sundress!*quot; I shout.

*quot;What?*quot; asks Emma.

I yank her sundress down. Her tits are still covered by a bright-pink bra. I reach behind her, fumbling to undo it, lust pumping through my veins. Finally I get it and rip it off. Her beautiful C-cup sistertitties are staring me right in the face. I feel like King Arthur finally gazing upon the Holy Grail. I bask in their sublime glory.

*quot;Can I - can I touch them?*quot; I ask.

*quot;What?*quot; Emma laughs, half-amused, half-irritated. *quot;You make out with me without asking, tear my dress and bra off, and all of a sudden you need permission?*quot;

*quot;I wouldn't touch the Mona Lisa or the Venus de Milo without permission either,*quot; I say reverently.

Emma rolls her eyes, but giggles a little. *quot;I think that's the nicest thing anyone's said to me this year,*quot; she says. *quot;How sad is that? Okay, you can touch them, but make it quick, before my brain turns back on and I remember how weird this is.*quot;

I don't need to hear it twice. I reach in, fondling and caressing my baby sister's tits. Her little pink nipples are hard, and they seem to get harder as I move my hands over them.

*quot;Careful, big brother,*quot; Emma moans. *quot;They're sensitive, you know. How'd you like it if I treated your dick this way?*quot;

*quot;Emma,*quot; I say, *quot;I would love it if you treated my dick this way.*quot;

*quot;Okay, bad example,*quot; she says, just as I go in and start sucking and şirinevler escort licking her areolae. I'm in heaven right now. This would probably be embarrassing, I realize, if I was currently capable of feeling anything besides lust.

*quot;You can stop now,*quot; Emma says.

*quot;I don't want to,*quot; I say. Instead, I reach a hand under her sundress from below.

*quot;Ethan,*quot; she says, in a warning voice, her face pouty.

My right hand reaches into her panties and finds my sister's warm, wet pussy. Whatever she claims, I can tell from how drenched she is, that she's been longing for this almost as much as I have. I begin to move my pointer finger around her clit, and she groans.

*quot;Oh, Ethan,*quot; she whines. *quot;Ethan, we aren't supposed to be doing this.*quot;

*quot;Why not?*quot; I ask, playing dumb.

*quot;Are you really going to make me say it?*quot; she asks, then bites her lip, trying to stop from moaning.

*quot;Say what?*quot; I grin, applying more pressure to my sister's most sensitive area.

*quot;We're brother and sister,*quot; Emma gasps, panting from her intense arousal. *quot;Brothers and sisters aren't supposed to, you know, play with each other.*quot;

With my free hand, I point to the shelf above the TV, where there are tons of pictures of Emma and I at various ages, some of them including our parents. In one, twelve-year-old me is squirting six-year-old Emma with a water gun. In another, eight-year-old Emma has fourteen-year-old me in a headlock.

*quot;I disagree,*quot; I say. *quot;We played together as kids, shouldn't we play together as grown-ups?*quot; I take her chin in her hand and stare deeply into her eyes. Finally, after months of effort on my part, I feel her resistance collapsing.

*quot;But Ethan,*quot; she pleads, now barely putting any effort into her objections. *quot;Ethan, what if someone found out...*quot;

I kiss her again, but this time gently, slowly, passionately. She melts into me, her body arching against mine. Did she really think I'd have it any other way? I think. With her body, her tits, her personality, her face, did she really think I'd let some other guy have her? Fuck that. From the day my little sister turned eighteen, it's been open season, and now she's finally mine. Sister, girlfriend, who gives a shit.

I release her mouth and start kissing the rest of her body: her chin, her neck, (of course) her tits. Then, I pull her sundress up and make out with her belly button. She giggles and I press on, lower. She's wearing cute little pink panties with a bow on them. Why would she wear them tonight if they weren't a present, waiting to be unwrapped? They're already pulled a bit to the side from when I was fingerbanging my little sis five minutes ago, but now I pull them all the way down. All obstacles removed, I stick my face right in Emma's pussy.

*quot;Oh, fuck!*quot; yells Emma, any pretense of not being into this totally gone. *quot;Oh my God! Ethan! This is incredible!*quot; I allow myself a brief grin before getting back at it. I may not be a perfect boyfriend, I'm the first to admit that. But none of girls I've dated have ever said that I'm not extremely willing to eat them out, or that I'm not incredible at it. I'm glad my little sister agrees.

As my sister bucks and screams somewhere above me, I touch my tongue to her tight vagina one more time and she lets loose an intense scream and has a full-body orgasm. I can tell she's forgotten what's going on, probably even forgotten, for a brief second, that I'm her brother. I take advantage of this to unzip my pants and show her my seven-inch, fully erect member.

*quot;Oh my God,*quot; Emma says, seeing it. *quot;Is it always that big?*quot;

*quot;It's usually pretty big,*quot; I admit, *quot;but I'm probably a little more aroused than usual. You are pretty fucking hot, Emma.*quot;

She blushes. *quot;You're so nasty,*quot; she says, giggling. *quot;None of my friends' brothers get this way for them.*quot;

*quot;Maybe your friends aren't as cute as you,*quot; I say. *quot;Or maybe their brothers do get this way for them, and they're just too big of cowards to say anything. Wouldn't that be the worst, to have a big brother who's a coward?*quot;

*quot;Yeah,*quot; said Emma *quot;That would definitely be the worst thing. Much worse than, I don't know, a creepy big brother who's constantly trying to seduce his high-schooler sister.*quot;

*quot;Oh come on,*quot; I say. *quot;I just got you off, and you loved it. What kind of sister will you be if you don't do the same thing for me?*quot;

Emma eyes my hard cock again. The thing looks like it's about to explode. *quot;Jeez, you must really want it,*quot; she says. *quot;How about this: I'll get you off, but you have to take me out to dinner tomorrow night. And foot the bill. If you're my boyfriend, it's only fair.*quot;

Emma grasps my cock with her small hand. It barely fits around my massive boner, but the sensation of her soft skin sends shivers up my spine, and I gasp with pleasure.

*quot;Deal?*quot; she says.

*quot;Deal,*quot; I gulp.

She starts touching me, applying almost no force. She clearly doesn't have much experience, but that hardly matters: just knowing that it's her, and staring into her eyes (or her breasts) is enough to send me into spasms of ecstasy. Even now, as she gently strokes my cock like she's petting a shy animal, it's only through sheer willpower that I avoid cumming instantly.

*quot;Do you want me to, like, go down on you?*quot; Emma asks.