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Me And My Slutty Sister

My sister Rashmi and I are twins (fraternal). We were always close growing up, and we hung out with the same friends. As we became teenagers, we still hung out, but our relationship became edgier, and my sister became a little bit of a bitch. We both still lived at home ? I went to a local community college, and Rashmi went to the State college, less than two miles from home.

I knew Rashmi had engaged in sexual activities, as had I, but until now I had never actually witnessed it. We both did a good job of playing the obedient children. We both wanted our trust funds when we turned 21, less than 2 years from now. Each of us would get a little more that $1.5 million. Unless something made our parents change their mind.

“Please, Harry, you can’t tell them,” she pleaded. She knew that if her parents found out that she had been sexually involved with a black man, she’d be disowned, and the trust fund would be gone. I thought about it for a minute. She was crying now.

I had always found my sister incredibly sexy. She had an amazing body, skinny but with curves in the right places. Her breasts were on the small side but perfectly proportioned. Her ass was tiny but perfect, like two halves of a large melon. I would often masturbate thinking about fucking her. I decided that I shouldn’t let this opportunity pass me by.

“I won’t tell mom and dad,” I said. “But you have to do something for me.”

Relief flooded her face. “Thank you Harry. Whatever you want, tell me and I’ll do it.”

“You can start by dropping the comforter,” I said. She looked confused for a minute.

“What? Why, Harry?” she asked.

“Because, I want to see you naked,” I answered.

“But you can’t. I’m your sister,” she answered.

“I know. If you don’t want me to tell mom and dad, you’d better be my naked sister in a hurry,” I said.

She stared at me, her confusion becoming replaced by a mix of anger and disgust. Slowly she dropped the comforter, exposing her breasts. The rest of the comforter was draped across her thighs, covering her crotch. Her breasts were gorgeous. I had previously only seen them under a t-shirt or bathing suit. They were perfectly formed, and she had no tan lines. I felt my cock stir in my jeans.

“That’s a start. Now the rest,” I said.

“Harry, no,” she said. “We can’t do this. It’s wrong.” She continued staring at me.

“The comforter, or else,” I said. My cock was now completely erect and was straining the fabric of my jeans.

“Harry, please,” she begged. I didn’t say anything. She sighed, seeming to resign herself to her fate, and threw the comforter on the ground.

I had expected her to be wearing panties, but she wasn’t. Her pussy was completely hairless, and like her breasts there was no sign of tan lines. I moved closer to get a better view.

She was still aroused, I could see. Her lips were puffy and reddish, and they glistened with her juices. She was glaring at me.

“Satisfied, jerk?” she spat. She closed her legs.

“Open them,” I said.

She looked away, and fresh tears started down her cheeks. She closed her eyes and opened her legs again. I knelt in front of her and stared at her bare mound. I imagined how it would feel to slide my cock between those lips. I was dying, and needed release. I stood up.

Rashmi closed her legs again and looked at me. “Are you done?” she asked in a desperate tone.

“I am, but you’re not,” I said. Confusion came back into her eyes, replaced by fear as I unzipped my jeans. My 7-inch cock sprang out.

“God Harry, what are you doing?” she shrieked, looking away. “Stop it! Put that away and get out!”

“Touch it,” I said. She was still turned away. “Touch it, Rashmi.”

“No Harry. Get out now,” she said. She didn’t look at me. I put my cock away and zipped up my pants.

“Okay, I’ll go. Mom and dad should be home soon, so I guess we’ll have a good talk.” I started for the door. Before I got there, Rashmi said, “Stop”.

I turned around. She was looking at me. “I’ll do what you want. But I’ll only touch it, nothing else.”

I didn’t say anything, I just walked back and unzipped again. My cock was still rock hard. She stared at it. “Touch it,” I said.

Slowly, she reached out and put her hand around my shaft. I gasped at her touch. She held me like that, and then let go.

“Happy?” she asked.

“Almost,” I replied. “Do that again.” I said.

She grabbed me again, and I put my hand on hers and started moving it up and down. She got the hint and took over. It felt incredible. She had obviously done this before. I was so overwhelmed I knew that I would come very quickly. I didn’t want her to move out of the way, so I didn’t give her any sign that my orgasm was approaching.

As she jerked me, she gave a sudden squeeze, and that was enough to drive me over the edge. My cock jumped and cum splashed all over Rashmi. The first spurt was a huge rope that landed on her head and face. She instinctively moved away, and the next spurts landed on her tits and belly. I kept coming, covering her chest. I had never come that much in my life. Finally, I was done, and Rashmi took her hand away. She wiped it on the sheets, then used the sheets to wipe the rest of the cum off her face and front.

“Thanks, sis,” I said. She glared at me. “I won’t tell mom and dad, but you’ll have to do that for me again.”

“No way,” she said. “That’s it Harry. No more.”

“Have it your way,” I said. I saw her deflate again. I knew I had her.

“I’ll see you at dinner,” I said, and left her room.


Our parents came home at about 6:30, and we all sat down to dinner at 7. Rashmi had to take a shower to get all the cum off. She didn’t speak a lot at dinner, and our mom asked her what was wrong.

“I just don’t feel well,” she said. “I think I may have the flu.”

“Well, why don’t you go up and lay down?” our dad said. “Harry will bring you some tea. Won’t you Harry?”

“Of course, dad.” I said. Rashmi looked at me, then left the table and went upstairs.

After dinner, mom and dad decided to go out to visit friends down the street for a couple hours. I promised to take good care of Rashmi.

After my parents left, I made some chamomile tea and took it up to Rashmi. She was lying in her bed, watching TV. She looked at me as I walked in. I set the tea on her night table. She muttered a thank you.

I sat on the bed beside her, and pulled down her comforter. She was wearing sweatpants cut to shorts, and a tank top with no bra. She tried to pull the covers back up, but I stopped her.

“Harry, please don’t,” she pleaded. “I can forgive you for what happened before, but it can’t go one. You must know that.” Part of me did, but another part of me couldn’t stop.

“Just relax for a minute,” I told her. I pulled the covers all the way off. I pulled at the drawstring holding on her shorts, and pulled them off. Rashmi tried to resist, but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to stop me. For the second time that day, I was greeted with the sight on her completely hairless pussy.

“Why don’t you have any pubic hair?” I asked. She didn’t answer right away. I asked her again. She turned away from me.

“It’s easier to wax it all. Guys like it because it makes me look younger, and because it’s cleaner when they go down on me.” Her voice was emotionless.

“Go down on you? You mean lick your pussy?” I asked. I had never done that, but was suddenly very intrigued by the idea.

“Yes,” she answered.

“Do you like it when guys do that?” I asked. She turned to look at me, her eyes burning with anger and humiliation.

“Of course I do,” she answered. “Don’t you like it when girls suck your cock?” she asked venomously.

“Yes, I do,” I replied. In truth, I’d only had two blowjobs, and neither one was that good. I moved to the foot of the bed and grabbed Rashmi’s feet. I pulled them apart and moved closer to her pussy. She didn’t resist, probably assuming I was just going to look again. I moved closer and closer, until my nose was almost touching her outer lips. Her smell was intoxicating. Before I knew what I was doing I had run my tongue all the way along her slit. Rashmi jumped out of the bed.

“Jesus Christ, Harry! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” She yelled. Good thing our parents weren’t home.

“I’m licking your pussy,” I answered. “Or at least I was.” I didn’t move off the bed. Rashmi was standing in front of me, naked from the waist down. I waited for her to say something.

“Harry, get out,” she said. “I won’t tell mom and dad about any of this, but you have to get out now.”

“Lay down on the bed,” I told her.

“No Harry. Get out, now,” She said. “If I tell mom and dad what you’ve done, you’ll be in just as much trouble as I am.”

“No I won’t,” I answered. “If you tell them, I’ll tell them you’re lying to try to cover up your relationship with Frank, and about how I walked in and saw you swallowing his entire cock. Who do you think they’ll believe?”

She knew I had her. My credibility with our parents was a lot better than hers. She knew they’d believe me over her. She stood for a minute, and then sat down on the bed.

“Do whatever you want for five minutes. Then you’ll stop. Agreed?” she said.

“Sure,” I answered. I would take as much time as I wanted, but she didn’t need to know that. She laid back down on the bed and spread her legs. She covered her face with a pillow.

I repositioned myself in front of her pussy, and licked it again. I felt her whole body tense. I stared eating her in earnest. I found her clit and alternated between sucking on it and licking her pussy lips.
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