It’s almost the end of term. Patsy has got the grades she needs.
Her brother has made her pay for them with regular blowjobs, but now he wants more.
It was some time before Patsy left my bed and went for her shower.
I waited a few minutes before I followed her.
She didn’t notice me standing quietly in the corner, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
A shimmering, shiny, soapy vision of feminine sexuality.
A masterpiece of natural creation.
She might only be my sister, and our deal might only have been “lessons for blowjobs”, but we had already gone well beyond that.
And I knew that I still wanted more and I intended to take it with both hands.
She didn’t heard me tip toeing behind her and squealed with shock when I reached around her body and grabbed her tits squeezing her so tightly that she could feel the heat of my towering cock pressed against her back.
“Oh!
It’s you, I should have known you’d follow me… Pervert!”
It was customary insult and it was more playful than angry.
“Then maybe you should have locked the door.”
“Why?
What are you going to do with me?”
“Well,” I paused for a moment to formulate a suitable reply, “I think I’ll start by getting you clean.”
“Oh, so I guess you’d better wash my back then.” She passed me the soap.
“I’ll be washing much more than just your back,” I promised.
And I did.
I lathered up every inch of her body until a steady stream of suds slicked its way from her shoulders into the valley between her breasts, before pooling in her navel and continuing its journey into the narrow channel of her cunt where it cascaded to the floor.
Meanwhile a riot of rivulets were racing down the curve of her back where many would disappear into the cleft of her rear whilst the remainder would trickle and spread across the swell of her bum to bring a glistening glow to her gorgeous glutes.
She washed me too.
Sliding her hands across my chest, before slipping them down my own back to trace soapy circles around my bum cheeks.
Then she homed in on my cock, massaging every hard, thick, throbbing inch of it and making it feel better than ever before.
We both became lost in the moment floating upon a sea of endorphins. Intimately entwined in a slippery, soapy, sordid clinch of sibling flesh.
Our bodies were thoroughly cleansed, but our minds were filled with filthy thoughts.
I held Patsy tight, pressing her tits into my torso.
She lovingly kissed my chest and slithered down my body until she reached my crotch and captured my cock within her mouth to deliver a magnificent blow job beneath the hot, hard torrent of the shower.
I repaid her by licking and sucking at her sodden snatch whilst I groped her smooth soapy arse.
It was an absolutely amazing experience and you won’t be surprised to hear that all our Saturday sessions ended in the shower from that day on. In fact there were some mornings when I didn’t even bother to take Patsy into my bed – we went straight to the bathroom and to down to business.
We both learned to love “oral” and we got very good at it, especially when I taught my sister the real meaning of the French term “souxante- neuf”!
But I still longed for more…
I wanted sex.
Real sex.
Proper cock in cunt, penis in vagina, fucking her brains out sex!
Of course I had no right to ask for it.
Patsy was my little sister.
It was taboo, forbidden, unacceptable, wrong.
She was only blowing me to pay for my help with her French homework and it had been mean of me to demand that price, in the first place.
Fortunately, she didn’t seem to mind and she had promised to give me a “bonus” if I helped her get an A grade.
So I did my best.
I provided her with perfect “scripts” to present to her teacher – work of such a high standard that it had to get an “A” and allow me to claim a “leg over”.
But I think Patsy must have got to my ruse and started to insert some deliberate mistakes – I suppose she’d guessed what kind if “bonus” I was going to demand.
So she made sure she never got an A and I never got a shag either!
It was such a frustration.
We would have our naked bodies pressed together in the shower, with my rampant cock just inches away from her juicy entrance but to would always be denied the right if admission.
I had to find a way
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It was the end of term and Patsy brought her School Report home with unprecedented pride.
“I got a B for French” she grinned, giving me a kiss of thanks. “I’ve never got anything better than a D before. Mum and dad are bound to let me go on the Paris trip now!”
I followed her, as she ran up to her room to pack her suitcase.
“You’ve done well,” I congratulated her, “your plan worked.”
“Yes, I know – it’s all thanks to you.” She gave me another smile.
“Yeah but I feel bad about it.” I lied.
“It just doesn’t seem fair to your classmates. They’ve probably worked really hard and ended up with C’s and D’s. But you’ve had so much help.
It feels like you’ve been cheating.
I think I should tell someone.”
“What?
You can’t do that!”
My sister reacted exactly as I had hoped she would.
Shocked and scared and hopefully ready to give me whatever I wanted in order to buy my silence.
“We had a deal!
You promised!”
“I never promised to keep it a secret!”
“You did, I remember.” she pleaded.
“No I didn’t.
Look, I’ve still got the text messages we had sent at the start of term.” I showed her my phone.
“You asked me to help with your homework and promised to suck me off as payment. There’s no mention of keeping it a secret, is there?:
“Well, no, but…
But, if you show anyone that then, well… you’ll look like the bad one for making me suck your dick. Pervert!”
“I know it’ll make me look bad and I”m prepared to :take the heat” but honesty is the best policy.
And anyway, our parents and your teachers were all young once and none of them are going to blame me for accepting the offer of free blow jobs.
Any hot blooded male would jump at the chance.”
“Really?
You think you’ll just get away with it?”
I nodded.
“I do.
If anyone gets into trouble it’ll be you.
I mean you haven’t just cheated in your homework have you?
You’ve paid me with sexual favours – there’s a word for women that do that..”
“Right so what do you want then?” she snapped.
“I know you don’t want the world to know about our business – you wouldn’t want to spoil your “golden boy”, “perfect student” image.
You’re just trying to frighten me into making a deal, so come on, tell me what you want… as if I don’t know already!”
She’d seen right through me.
My sister wasn’t clever, but she was nobody’s fool.
It was time for me to come clean.
There was no point in hiding behind tricks and schemes.
I had to “man up” and tell her what I wanted – it sounded like she’d worked it out anyway.
“Okay then,” I took a deep breath. “I want sex.
With you.
Not just oral.
Proper grown up sex.”
“You’ll have to wear something.”
“What?”
I was shocked by my sister’s blunt reply.
“A rubber johnny… a condom, or whatever you call it.”
Oh my God.
I’d expected Patsy to refuse.
To shout and scream and argue – maybe even thump me, but instead she’d just said I had to take precautions.
I mean, she didn’t sound very happy about it, but she hadn’t said “no”.
Oh my God.
We were going to have sex
I was going to have sex!
Really!
“Yeah, er yeah, of course,” I stumbled over my words, “Um, er, yes, er I’ll wear a er… rubber… promise.”
“Right,” Patsy took control.
“Mum and Dad are away at that wedding thing on Saturday so you can do it then. Just once and in my room, because yours stinks!”
I thought her last comment was rather rude, but I hastily agreed to her plan without question.
“And you can’t ever tell anybody that we’ve done it. Understand?” She gave me a hard stare.
“Of course not.” I promised.
“It’ll be our secret, just like everything else we’ve done together this term – I’ll even delete those text messages.
Deal?”
“Yeah, it’s a deal… but you’re still a pervert!”
We earnestly shook hands to seal the deal and I left her alone to complete her packing.
It wasn’t until a little while later that I realised that it hadn’t taken too much persuasion to get Patsy to agree let me fuck her.
I probably hadn’t needed to threaten her with blackmail.
I seemed like she’d been expecting it. Maybe I should have just asked her in the first place…
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The day of our parents’ trip arrived.
I was up and out of bed early, anxiously searching for the packet of condoms that I’d secretly purchased from a machine in a public toilet, about a year ago.
I had used two of them for “research purposes” at the time, but there was still one left, safely encased in its wrapper.
I checked the “use by date” and gave a sigh of relief.
I was good to go.
Patsy, meanwhile was nowhere to be seen. She remained in her room and just shouted a cheery, “Goodbye! Have fun!” to mum and dad as they left for the day.
She waited for moment, until she’d heard the car pull away then came down to join me in the lounge, wearing her dressing gown.
“I don’t suppose you’ve changed your mind, have you.” she asked.
“Oh no.” I grinned.
“Well come then.
Let’s get it over with.”
She opened her robe.
She wasn’t wearing anything else.
I gulped in surprise and my cock sprung to attention.
“Come on then.”
She turned to return to her room, but had a different plan.
“No, we’ve got all day.
There’s no rush.
It’s our first time and it ought to be special.”
“What? I thought you wanted to do me!”
“I do… I will, but not like this.
I thought we could go on a date first.”
She put her hands on her hips in consternation.
“A date? With my brother.”
“Yeah, I’ve never been on a date and as far as I can tell you haven’t either, so I thought we’d go out to see movie and maybe get a pizza.
My treat.
Isn’t that what people are supposed to do before they jump into bed with eachother?”
“Whatever!” she sighed.
“I suppose I’d better get dressed then.”
“Yeah, I er.
I want you looking your best, just like you were going our with your boyfriend.”
Patsy didn’t know what to say, so she just responded with her standard insult, “Okay pervert!”
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I seemed to have to wait an age before she descended the stairs. I had no idea it took girls so long to get ready for a date.
But the result was worth it.
I’d never seen my sister look so good.
Her hair in soft curls.
Her makeup applied with expert care.
Her figure shown off to it’s best advantage as she wore a light loose peach coloured, boho style gypsy blouse that I’d never seen before and a flared black skirt that reached her knees.
Then there were white stockings and strappy shoes to complete the look.
Of course I couldn’t help but wonder what she was wearing beneath her carefully selected ensemble, but judging by the height and shape of her breasts, I guessed that she chosen her favourite bra for our amorous adventure.
“Wow Patsy” I couldn’t help but stare. “You look gorgeous.”
“Oh well thank you kind Sir,” she replied with a cocquettish smile and curtsy.
“Do you like it?” she gave a twirl.
“I love it,” I enthused, “Is the blouse new?”.
“Yes, but I got it from a vintage shop to wear on the school trip. I thought it looked chic.”
I nodded, “I see what you mean – very Parisian, you just need a beret.”
I was trying to be funny but Patsy told me she had one in her suitcase, but she wasn’t going to wear it on our date, because didn’t want to mess-up her hair.
We walked into town like a courting couple striding out together.
It was lucky that we didn’t pass any of our friends but I could tell that my little sister was attracting many admiring glances from men of all ages. I had no doubt that they were wondering how a nerdy guy like me had managed to snag her, even though I was dressed as fashionably as I could, in a smart shirt and chinos with freshly polished shoes.
We went for lunch first, sharing a pizza and a bottle of wine at a chain restaurant, where we chatted like lovers.
We weren’t really old enough to drink but Patsy looked so grown up that the waiter served us with “a bottle of the house white” without hesitation.
I was worried that she might have blown our cover when she wolfed down raspberry ripple ice cream desert, though!
We both a little dizzy from the booze when we reached the cinema, for a matinee show of a rom com that I knew she wanted to see.
It felt like a good choice because she would enjoy the fantasy of the romance, while I would appreciate the comedy
However, as far as I was concerned, the movie was merely a side show – my sister was the main attraction.
We shuffled into our seats and I put my right arm around her, pulling her close as the lights went down.
She snuggled up to me nicely.
There was no doubt that she knew what I intended to do, but she didn’t seem to mind. I think was ready for it, even if she did keep her eyes focused firmly on the silver screen.
I let the opening credits roll and allowed the plot to get into its stride before I embarked upon my quest.
I took my time.
My hands taking slowly liberties with her clothes and her body as though I thought she wouldn’t notice my stealthy manoeuvres.
I moved at glacial speed.
My palm creep across her blouse targeting her tits.
I eventuality reached far enough to capture her right breast, cupping it, claiming it, gently clasping and caressing.
Patsy gave no outward reaction, but I sensed her back stiffen, her breathing deepen and her chest (ever so slightly) push forward into my into my hand.Q
I lingered there for a while holding her tit as though it were mine by right.
We both sat still acting as though we were simply enjoying the film, but we secretly sniggering at sheer naughtiness of getting away with such lascivious behaviour in a room full of strangers.
Eventually I chose to be a little bolder and skimmed my fingers further until they reached the buttons of her blouse.
I experimentally slipped a digit beneath the light cotton fabric and explored her cleavage.
She fidgeted a little at this incursion, adjusting her posture, but otherwise remained impassive.
I pushed more fingers under her blouse.
I could barely reach her goodies but my finger tips stroked and probed everything they could.
Sampling the soft flesh of her inner boobs and investigating the delicate lace of the bra that contained them.
I tried my luck and popped open one of her buttons.
I couldn’t resist shoving my right in and seeking our a nipple.
Although Patsy did nothing to prevent my pawing she put an end to my progress when she whispered “I think that’s far enough now.”
I desisted, leaving my hand in place and taking advantage of the privileged access that she had granted me.
I turned my attention to the screen and to pick up the plot and work out who all the characters were.
I couldn’t really understand what was going on.
I had been far too busy concentrating on my own moves to follow whatever had happened in the movie.
I decided to attempt another plan and surprised my sister by unhanding her breasts and releasing her from my embrace.
She refastened the button and seemed to be a little more confused, but she discovered what I was up to.
I placed my hand on her knee and commenced a slow but inexorable ascent up her thigh.
Riding my fingers up her silken stockings, venturing beyond the elasticated band to reach the exposed tender flesh of her inner thigh, which would lead me to my nirvana.
Her panties were small and the gusset was damp.
I could feel the groove of her slit through the scanty material and I slid my finger upwards until I reached her clit.
I noted that it was already firm and erect and primed for my intimate attention, but my ardour was cooled when Patsy hissed, “Not here. You need to stop now.”
I did as I was told.
She had already let me go much further than I’d expected.
Maybe it was the wine.
Maybe she wanted it too.
It didn’t really matter, the film was almost over and we would soon be returning home to bring our date to its climax.
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We took a taxi home.
We were still on a high from our fumbling at the cinema and I was in no mood to wait.
I paused only to grab another bottle of wine from the fridge (I thought it might help), before we climbed the stairs to her room.
She entered first and turned to face me.
We stood in silence, not knowing what to do next.
“Well?” she asked.
“Well?” I replied.
She looked down at her blouse, “Erm.”
I understood.
Patsy was waiting for me to undress her.
It was a first
Although I had seen naked many times during the last few months, I’d never done more than pull her knickers down. And I’d only done that once – at the beginning of term, when she’d earned herself a spanking.
I stepped up and worked at her blouse buttons with trembling hands.
I pushed it apart and looked upon her bra clad breasts in awe, brushing the blouse over her shoulders to float onto the floor.
The skirt was next.
Unbuttoned and unzipped then drawn over her hips and arse before sliding down her legs to pool about her ankles.
I paused to take in the sight of her underwear. A lovely, lacy matching set that displayed her curves like a work of art.
It was virginal white in colour and I was amused by the irony.
Patsy sat on her bed to remove her
stockings herself – she didn’t want to me to ladder them, so she rolled them down whilst I stripped down to my boxers.
She couldn’t help but stare at the tent in my pants.
She lay back onto her and prepared to accept her fate.
I clambered above her.
Straddling her body and paying homage to her tits with strokes and kisses; pinches and squeezes.
I pulled off my pants, unleashing my cock. It sprung out – hard and uncompromising, ready to fulfill its primal purpose.
I going to get my sister’s knickers off next.
She lay in silence, holding her breath as I lowered them slowly and carefully over her sex until I reached her thighs.
I took a moment to kiss her pussy before pulling then right off.
I stared at the naked body, spread before me, waiting to receive my own.
This was my moment.
The one I’d been dreaming of for so long.
But….
“Oh shit!!!
I forgot my condom.
Don’t move.
I’ll be back soon.”
I felt so stupid as I stumbled into my room to search for my rubber, then wrestle with the packaging before frantically working it over my knob.
I thought it made me look ridiculous but I wasn’t going to get laid without it so I swallowed my pride and swaggered back to my sister’s bed like a triumphant warrior.
Fortunately Patsy didn’t laugh at me, she just sighed and squirmed when I licked cunt.
I went at work on it like never before, because I’d read that it was easier for a girl to take a cock when her pussy was wet.
I lapped at her labia until my jaw got stiff and slipped in a finger to make sure she was ready.
My sister’s gasp of delight suggested that she was, but a popped in another finger just to be sure.
Her response, “Oh, oh oh yes, let’s do it… let’s do it now”, left me in no doubt.
I rolled her onto her belly.
“What the fuck…?”
She was alarmed and confused.
“We’re going to do it doggy style.” I explained. “You’ll like it better that way.” (At least that was what my extensive book research had told me).
So she raised her hips and I took aim, steering my inexperienced cock towards her virgin cunt.
It slipped in with reassuring ease and the thrill of that first inch of intercourse, when my ridge rubbed up against her sleeve for the first time, was the greatest moment of my life.
I closed my eyes in ecstasy as I probed deeper.
I was so lost in my own sea of emotions that I barely heard the joyful shouts and squeals and swears of my sister as her childhood ended and she became a woman in the most biblical sense.
There was tearing or blood to spoil the pleasure of her deflowering – apparently she has been conducting her own research with her friend, Beverley, and a shampoo bottle.
Her cherry had been lost several months ago.
When I opened my eyes I caught sight of us in the mirror.
Patsy arching her back, with her mouth wide open and her tits swinging, as me humpinh her from behind – shunting her back and forth, making the bed springs squeak.
I slapped her arse.
I don’t know why.
It was just there and it seemed right.
She seemed to like it.
I had no idea why, but I gave her a few more anyway.
I was learning as I went.
Shagging and slapping. Gripping and groping.
I was marvellous, but it couldn’t last for ever.
I couldn’t last for ever!
I felt the familiar churning tension in my loins.
That special feeling that you want to last for ever, but are desperate to relieve.
I pushed deep inside my sister.
Filling her fanny with thick fervent rod until we both hit our peak.
A furious flood of cum burst from my cock and fillied my rubber as I climaxed inside her.
We had done it.
The simple act that men and women had performed so many times since the birth of humanity, but which still had the power to feel fresh and new to every generation.
It was a shame we would only be doing it once, but that was the deal and, anyway, I didn’t have any more rubbers.
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I waved my sister off the next day, wishing her bon voyage, as the coachful of noisy teenagers set off on their trip to France.
I received a text from her a few days later, telling me that she was “having a great time” and thanking me “for everything”.
It was kind of her to thank me and it confirmed that she didn’t have any hard feelings about me fucking her, although I had virtually blackmailed her into it.
I surmised that I should be thanking her too.
The last few months had been life changing.
At the start of it I had no experience of sex and no idea what to do, but Patsy had let me use her to practice on and learn the arts and pleasures of intimacy.
She had helped to me gain the confidence, knowledge and skills that I would need once I got to university and seduced the girl with whom I was destined to share a bed for the rest of my life.
As for Patsy and I?
Our incestuous relationship was over and we would just have to resume our normal sibling relationship, as though nothing had ever happened
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Patsy qwas tired and excited when she returned home from her trip.
Gabbling away at a million miles an hour, telling us all about it in every minute detail.
I listened politely, but said little.
As far as our parents knew, we were just a normal brother and sister and I wasn’t particularly interested in her stories.
She’d been away – she’d come back.
What was all the fuss about?
It was only later (once all the commotion had died down) that I went to talk with her.
At knocked on the door to her bedroom.
“It’s only me.
Are you decent?” I asked
“Erm,” she giggled, “yes, come on in.”
I entered and was shocked by what I saw.
My sister was in her underwear.
I turned away and covered my eyes.
“Bloody hell Pasty! I thought you said you were decent!”
She laughed at me.
“Don’t you like it? I bought it in Paris.”
I turned to look at her.
It was a beautiful ensemble.
Skimpy, sexy, sophisticated.
Patsy looked like a woman – not a girl.
She looked irresistible, but I had to steel myself – that wasn’t the way a brother should think of sister.
I answered her question with care.
“Er yes,” I gulped, “it’s very pretty.
It’s not the sort of souvenir I’d expected you to bring back from a school trip though.”
“Oh the teachers don’t know anything about it.
There was one afternoon when they told us to go back to our hotel rooms and watch some French TV to see how much we could understand.
To be honest, I think they just wanted to get rid of us so they could have a rest.
Anyway, it sounded really boring, so me and Beverley snuck out to go shopping.”
“Paris really is the “fashion capital of the world” and we found a shop that sold what they called lingerie.
It was the nicest underwear I’d ever seen and they had a sale, so l used the spending money that mum & dad had given me.
Do you think it suits me?”
She posed to show it off.
I couldn’t lie.
I just pointed at the swelling in the trousers.
“Do you really need to ask?”
She spotted my erection and laughed, “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ then!”
“I need to ask you something else though.” She sat on her bed and invited me to join her.
She looked a little serious and took my hand.
“Well,” she took a breath, “I know my French has got better, thanks to all your help, but it’s not going to be good enough for me to keep getting C’s and B’s.
The teachers are going to guess that I was cheating, if I suddenly start getting D’s and E’s again.”
“Yes, I was thinking that too.” I told her.
“Oh good, so… well… would you mind helping me again next term.”
The answer was obvious, “Yeah, okay… I’ll help you if need me to but…”. I was about to tell her that I would still expect to be “paid”, but she interrupted me with a kiss.
“Thanks. I was really hoping you’d say yes, but there’s something else.”
She took another breath.
“Next year’s school trip is going to be in Spain and they’re even going to spend a few days at the beach.
I’d love to go, but my Spanish is just as bad as my French.
Do you think you could help me with that too.
Please?”
She snuggled up against me persuasively.
But I wasn’t sure.
It was going to be a lot of work and I really needed to focus on my own studies.
“Well erm…” I was about to say no, but then I came to my senses.
Patsy wasn’t just my sister anymore – she was my lover and if she was offering me another chance to bed her, then I’d be a fool to refuse.
“Well,” I replied, “that’s twice as many lessons… I’m going to have to increase my fees.”
“Of course, that’s only fair.”
She bounced on the bed with a huge grin on her face.
“Maybe your present will help.”
She handed me a bag.
“I bought them at the lingerie shop.”
I hadn’t expected a present.
I thanked her and emptied the bag, pouring the contents onto the bed.
There was no mistaking what they were.
Lots and lots of small packages with French writing on them.
They were condoms.
“Fuck, Patsy!” I couldn’t help swearing, “how many are there?”
“Fifteen boxes, with three in each packet. I thought they’d be enough to last us until the end of term.”
We obviously both wanted the same thing and I kissed her to seal the deal.
She returned my affection and we rolled on the bed in eachother’s arms.
But I had a better idea.
“You know?” I said, “Sometimes foreign products aren’t proper quality. We probably ought to test one – just to be sure.”
“What now?”
“Of course.”
“Okay then,” she gave a girly giggle, “Pervert!”
Her insult had no sting and I did have a response this time.
“I might be a pervert, but you’re a brotherfucker!”
I yanked her pretty new panties right down and we gave that condom a very thorough test.
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