Skip to content I walked home with my hands in my pockets, still buzzing from the night before. I had just slept over at my girlfriend’s place and lost my virginity to her.
Halfway down the block, my phone buzzed. A text from my older sister, Julia, lit up the screen.
Hi, how did it go? Did you lose your V-card?
I grinned. Yes. I’m no longer a boy.
Seconds later, her reply came with a clapping and blushing emoji. I’m so stoked for you. You have to tell me all about it when you come home.
Julia and I were close. Maybe too close for siblings. We talked about everything when it came to sex and relationships. At twenty-one, she was two years older, more experienced, and the one who had taught me how to talk to girls and how to ask them out. It had not stopped there either. She had given me tips about sex too, how to warm a girl up, spread her legs and hit her sweet spot. Although it was all theoretical. We had never crossed the practical line, even though the thought had crept into my head more than once.
When I got back to the apartment, the door opened before I could grab the handle. Julia stood there in tight leggings and a push-up bra, her blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail. It was hard not to stare. She looked perfect. Slim, fit, with breasts that bounced against the edge of her bra and most of her cleavage on display.
She did not hold back. Wrapping her arms around me, she pulled me into a hug that felt a little too intimate, her breasts pressing firmly against my chest as she planted quick kisses across my cheek.
“I’m so proud of you,” she said.
“A little tight,” I muttered with a half laugh.
She released me, then grabbed a napkin and wiped the lipstick marks from my cheek. “Sorry about that. You have to tell me everything.”
“Sure,” I said, smiling. That was when I caught the scent drifting from the kitchen. “What’s that smell?”
“Creampie,” she replied with a wink.
It was our favorite dessert. She always baked it for me on special occasions.
We carried our plates outside and sat on the balcony. Julia slid into the chair beside me instead of across, her thigh brushing against mine as she crossed her legs, showing off her creamy thighs. She leaned forward with her fork, the push-up bra squeezing her breasts together, and I had to fight not to stare.
“You have to give me details,” she said with a smile.
I scratched my neck. “I don’t even know where to start.”
“Start with the kiss.”
So I told her. How nervous I’d been, how soft her lips were, and how it made my chest feel like it was about to explode. Julia’s eyes stayed on me the whole time, her mouth tugging into a grin as she hung on every word.
“And after that?” she asked. “What positions? Did you lick her?”
I hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. I did. And… Thanks for the advice. It helped.”
Her grin widened. “And the sex? What about that?”
“I was on top of her,” I said.
She tilted her head, watching me closely. “And how did it feel?”
“It felt… amazing,” I admitted.
Her eyes flicked down to my lap right before her fork slipped. Cream splattered across my jeans, right over my bulge.
“Oh, shoot.” She laughed nervously. “Sorry.”
Before I could react, she grabbed a napkin and leaned in, dabbing at the spot. Her hand brushed against me more than once, and my cock hardened under the fabric. She noticed. I could see it in the way her lips curled into a sly smile.
As she leaned in to wipe, her neckline dipped, showing me a perfect view of her cleavage. She pressed her chest forward so close that it nearly touched my face. I came face-to-face with her rack, and all I could see were her young, fresh boobs.
“A little too close,” I muttered, my cheeks burning.
She giggled and pulled back slightly. “Sorry.”
Her fork toyed with the pie again before she looked at me. “So… did you end with a creampie?”
I blinked. “I’m not sure. I pulled out quickly. Her parents came home.”
“What a shame.” Her cheeks pinkened, and she glanced away for a second before admitting, “I love creampies.”
“I know,” I said with a giggle.
She swatted my arm but smiled, and we went back to eating. After we finished, I leaned back in my chair. “Thanks, Julia. That was delicious.”
“I’m glad you liked it.” She reached over and combed her fingers through my hair, like she always did when she felt affectionate. Then she looked me straight in the eye. “I’m proud of you, Marcus. You’re not a boy anymore.”
Something in the way she said it made my chest feel tight. “Thanks to my sweet sister.”
She kissed my cheek again and accidentally planted her hand on my crotch. “Whoops, sorry.”
I looked her in the eyes, seeing the excited, horny look. “Are you … aroused right now?”
Her lips parted slightly, and for a moment she didn’t answer. Then she gave a cute little nod. “A little,” she admitted, holding my gaze.
I grinned nervously. “I know you love erotic stories. You read them all day … And I also know you get off to them.”
She smirked and leaned closer. “Guilty.”
I chuckled. “Figures. The way you’re listening to me now, it’s like I’m one of those stories.”
Her eyes shimmered with mischief. “The perfect ending to yours would have been a creampie.”
I stared at her, my cock stirring. “We could finish in your bedroom … if you want.”
Her expression changed instantly. She gave me a kinky look, her tongue running lightly over her lip. “Are you sure about that?”
“As long as you’re on birth control,” I said, my voice low.
She pushed her chair back and stood up, giving me a smile that was equal parts daring and inviting. “Then hurry,” she whispered. “Before Mom gets home.”
We slipped into Julia’s bedroom and shut the door behind us. My heart was racing so hard I thought she might hear it.
“You’re sure about this?” I asked as we were about to cross a line we’d never crossed before.
She leaned back against the door with that wicked little grin of hers. “It’s important to have fun in life, Marcus.”
That was all the permission I needed. I pulled my shirt over my head, and she followed suit, stripping down piece by piece until she was standing there in her bra and panties. My eyes trailed over her curves, her toned stomach, the roundness of her breasts straining against the lace.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I said.
“Don’t stop looking,” she teased, unhooking her bra and letting it slide off. Her breasts bounced free, perfect and perky, topped with two thick pink nipples. My cock twitched, already pressing hard against my jeans.
She stepped closer and kissed me. Our first real kiss. Her lips were velvety soft and smooth and pleasant but eager like youth, and when her tongue brushed mine, I groaned into her mouth. It was nothing like the kisses I had shared before. It was rawer, more forbidden and filled with tension that had been building for years.
She broke away just enough to whisper, “I want you to fuck me like you fucked your girlfriend.”
The words almost undid me right there. I nodded and pushed her gently back onto the bed. She lay down, her panties the only thing left, legs spreading just enough to tease me.
I crawled between them and hooked my fingers around the waistband, tugging them down slowly. Then I saw her bare for the first time. Her pussy was a straight, narrow slight, her inner lips were light pink like candy, already leaking with arousal.
“Like what you see?” she teased, spreading her pussy lips with her two fingers.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Then let me see you then.”
I quickly took off the rest of my clothes, freeing my cock that bobbed up and down. She grinned. “What a thick cock my brother has … You aren’t so little any longer.”
Chuckling, I lined myself up and brushed the head along her slit. The head found the hole, parted her entrance, and then I slid inside her. We both gasped upon the contact. She was hot and tight, her body gripping me as I slid deeper.
“Fuck,” I groaned as I bottomed out, my pubic bone pressed against hers. “Gosh, your pussy feels so good.
“So does your cock,” she said, biting her lip. “Now, do you need some lessons or are you going to fuck me?”
I gave it to her, slowly at first, enjoying every inch of her sugary walls embracing my shaft. It felt especially good at the very entrance, then sliding inside her tightening hole that pleasured every inch of my shaft.
I picked up the pace, so the clapping sound rose.
“Just like that,” she whispered, wrapping her legs around me.
I had my hands over her shoulders while my hips did most of the moving. I glanced down, seeing my cock disappear inside her again and again. Then I moved my eyes slightly up, seeing her fresh tits bounce and jiggle. She squeezed them together in a perfect cleavage, so they stopped jumping up to her face.
Then I slid my arms under hers, lying closer on top of her like a hug while I kept fucking her, hearing her sweet moans in my ears.
We moved together fast, like horny teenagers who couldn’t get enough. The bed creaked under us as I drove into her, her nails scratching down my back. She kissed my neck, moaned into my ear, and grinned up at me between gasps. “Harder, Marcus. Give it to me.”
I lost myself in the fucking, in the sound of her voice and her warm flesh beneath me. The pressure built, overwhelming, and I couldn’t hold it back.
“I’m going to come so hard,” I told her.
“Be a good brother,” she said teasingly. “You owe me a creampie.”
Her dirty words sent me over the edge. I plunged deeply and came hard inside her, groaning against her neck as I flooded her interior with my incestuous cum. She clung to me, gasping, whispering how much she loved it, how much she loved feeling me fill her.
I kept pumping her even if I slowed down, wanting to see the desert as much as she did. Then it was time to pull back, my cock all soaked and glistening with my sister’s lubricant.
With her cheeks flushed, Julia slid a hand down between her thighs. With a slow grin, she spread her pussy lips, showing me the cream I’d left inside her. My cum spilled out in a thick, creamy stream, running down over her slit before dripping onto the sheets.
She looked up at me with that wicked smirk. “God, I love this part,” she whispered, tilting her hips so more of it leaked out and spilled over her strawberry-pink lips.
The sight made my cock twitch all over again. Watching her play with herself like that, cheeks pink, body glowing, and my seed trickling from her pussy… it was the dirtiest and sexiest thing I had ever seen.
“Gosh … how much did you pump inside me?” she said with a chuckle as it kept endlessly trickling out of her and forming a thick puddle that soaked her sheets.
“I don’t know,” I said, mesmerized. “It was quite intense.”
“It was,” she said, looking at me. “Help spread my lips.”
I leaned forward and spread her pussy lips with my two fingers. She grabbed her phone and took a photo. “I just want a sibling memory.”
I grinned. “So … was this the kind of ending you were looking for?”
“Yes,” she said and sighed in relief. “But we’ll do this again.”
“For sure … Now let’s clean up before Mom comes home.”
The end.
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