XPost: alt.romance, alt.guns, soc.women   
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   My affair with my sister began when we were kids. Even   
   today, as she nestles in my arms after a long afternoon   
   of lovemaking, I still marvel at her rich chestnut hair,   
   her high, firm breasts, her slender, tapered legs. Over   
   the years we have clung together, drifted apart, found   
   one another again, and refreshed our love anew.   
      
   We kiss. I reach for her even as her slender fingers   
   travel down my body to grasp my cock, stroke it stiff   
   again, and then she glides underneath me, and once more   
   I revel in the moist, musky velvet of her grasping   
   pussy. She thrusts her hips at me, and I drive down into   
   her, thrusting and pushing for ten, twelve minutes, and   
   I am afraid I will lose control, but Carla's lovely   
   white body betrays her, and the first ripple of orgasm   
   runs along her spine all the way down to my diving dick.   
      
   Carla's arms tighten around me, and our lips meld as my   
   cock continues to lunge. Only when she has a second   
   orgasm do I allow myself release, pumping what seems   
   like a pint of sperm deep into my sexy sister's loving   
   channel. Our kiss breaks slowly as we disengage once   
   more, and my mind drifts far back to the past.   
      
   I was fourteen that summer, Carla ten. I enjoyed   
   exercise, and had just discovered weightlifting. I had   
   also discovered girls, and found myself in a near   
   constant state of erection, as most boys that age do. I   
   worked out in the cool family basement, and usually wore   
   only a T-shirt and sweat pants.   
      
   I was nursing an infatuation for one of the girls in the   
   neighborhood, Noreen. She was a sweet blonde thing,   
   sixteen, and unattainable for a freshman, but how I   
   thought of trying, and the lovely things we would do   
   together once I worked my teenage charms. It is fair to   
   say I had quite a crowbar in my sweats when I spotted a   
   shapely pair of legs descending the basement stairs,   
   only to feel a pang of disappointment to see it was my   
   kid sister. I put my weights down and sat on an old sofa   
   by the washing machine.   
      
   "Have you seen the bike pump?" Carla asked.   
      
   "Over by the freezer," I said, standing up. ""But if you   
   want some help with it, you'll have to wait. I'm taking   
   a shower first."   
      
   Carla was staring at something. I turned around,   
   expecting to see a rat or some other critter. But that's   
   not what Carla was staring at.   
      
   "What's wrong with your pants?" she asked.   
      
   I blushed: my hard-on was poking forward like a street-   
   side flagpole. I didn't know what to say.   
      
   "Does it hurt?" she asked.   
      
   I shook my head.   
      
   "It's my..." What did girls her age call a cock?   
   "...boner," I finally said.   
      
   Carla's large brown eyes went wide.   
      
   "Let me see," she said.   
      
   I blushed with embarrassment, but I lowered my sweats,   
   freeing my long, red dick.   
      
   "Wow," she said, surprised. "He's a little person, isn't   
   he?"   
      
   "He sometimes has a mind of his own, yes."   
      
   We stood there, not moving, when I heard the door open   
   and my mother come down the stairs with a load of   
   laundry. I quickly snapped my sweats up and stepped past   
   my flustered sister. I gestured to her not to say   
   anything.   
      
   "Mom, can it wait for my shower?" I asked as I made my   
   way up the stairs.   
      
   "I suppose," she muttered.   
      
   Once in the bathroom, I stripped quickly, grabbed some   
   hand lotion, and went to work on my aching rod. But all   
   thought of Noreen was now long gone. Carla's sweet young   
   face danced on my closed eyelids, her lips parting, her   
   head sinking down on my distended dick.   
      
   "Sweet Jesus! Carla!" I hissed when my young dick   
   exploded, almost giving myself a sperm facial. Only when   
   the warm water of the shower rinsed all evidence away   
   did I finally feel safe.   
      
   Days went by, and I couldn't stop thinking about it. The   
   look of sheer amazement on Carla's face when she saw my   
   erection, the way my stomach tightened whenever she came   
   near, looking lovelier, sweeter, more beautiful, with   
   each passing day. I longed to take her in my arms, kiss   
   her, indulge my every fantasy involving her. I was   
   lovesick for my sister, and it never occurred to me I   
   shouldn't be.   
      
   For her part, it took a few days to get back to normal,   
   even though she often gave me a shy and knowing smile   
   when she thought no one was looking. I wondered what she   
   was thinking, but for some reason I was never able to   
   get her alone, whether due to bad luck or wariness on   
   her part. I wondered if she knew somehow I was   
   masturbating to fantastic dreams of her every day.   
      
   At last, the critical moment finally arrived, the one   
   which changed our lives forever. Carla knew my workout   
   routine, of course, and she picked a day when Mom went   
   to do the week's shopping before joining me in the   
   basement.   
      
   I stopped when I heard her coming down the stairs, my   
   heart racing from remembering the last time. My heart   
   pounding, my dick, long, hot_and throbbing.   
      
   "Carla? What is it?"   
      
   "I want to see it again."   
      
   I didn't have to be asked twice. I doffed my sweats and   
   stood up, my proud prick pushing forward, as if seeking   
   her out.   
      
   "What makes it do that?" she wanted to know. "Is it me?   
   Am I doing this to you?"   
      
   "Yes," I croaked. "I love you."   
      
   We stared at each other for a moment, and then I took   
   her young, tender hand in mine. I kissed it gently.   
      
   "Do you love me, Carla?"   
      
   "Y-- y-- yes."   
      
   Pulling her closer, I took her in my arms and kissed   
   her, clumsily at first. I held her tight, caressed her   
   soft hair, made her feel the power in my tight balls,   
   waiting to be unleashed. I led her to the old sofa and   
   kissed her again.   
      
   "I feel dizzy," she said.   
      
   By now I was burning with lust, but I was no rapist.   
   Yes, I could have gotten between her legs, but somehow I   
   knew she wasn't ready for that. Instead, I wrapped her   
   tiny fingers around my giant, pulsating shaft.   
      
   "Ohhhh..." she moaned.   
      
   "Do you know what to do?" I asked. "Just be nice to it.   
   Stroke it, Carla. Up and down. Good girl, sweet little   
   sister..."   
      
   Her touch, so light, so sensitive, her hand moving   
   tentatively at first, then faster, ever faster. I leaned   
   back on the sofa and closed my eyes, lost in the   
   sensation of my sister's hand manipulating my stiff   
   flesh. Needless to say, I didn't last long. A final   
   surge of stiffness ran up my prong.   
      
   "Carla! Don't stop! Don't... UHHH!"   
      
   I convulsed on the couch, jet after jet of fiery sperm   
   flying everywhere, on my chest, Carla's cheeks, her hair   
   and yellow sundress. But, as if hypnotized, she kept   
   going and coaxed another round out of me, this one less   
   fierce than the first. Only then did she run her hand up   
   my cock one last time.   
      
   "Is that come?" she asked.   
      
   Panting, I could only nod.   
      
   "Thank you," I wheezed. "Thank you, sweet baby sis. That   
   felt wonderful! I love you."   
      
   "Johnny," she said. "I feel all funny down there."   
      
   She licked some come off her face.   
      
   "Salty," she said.   
      
   I grabbed a towel and cleaned up as best I could, and   
      
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