AUTHOR = JAX
E-MAIL = JAX@jaustin1.fsnet.co.uk
When I was growing up and still at school, my older sister Tasha was a bit of a wild thing, often grounded by my parents for her outrageous behavour -- coming in late, drunk and such. Her boyfriends were also very wild, causing my parents many nightmares. It was a happy day all around when she got married to what seemed like a nice guy and she moved out. It didn't last -- thank God no kids -- and she bought her own flat to live in. Being much younger than her, I had always thought her as cool, what with her late nights and weird boyfriends, but now that I'm older I can see how my parents felt.
I was home from university with a brand new BSc after my name and looking for a job. I was sleeping in my sister's old room, as it was bigger than my old one, when one day when I was hanging up some clothes in the built in wardrobe I noticed one of the floorboards was loose. On investigation I found a couple of thick envelopes of pictures hidden below. I sat down on the bed and slowly looked through them. The first couple were typical holiday snaps showing my sister on some sunny beach somewhere; she was topless. I guess she must have been about eighteen or so at the time. I can remember her going away with her then current boyfriend, much to my parents' disgust. I studied the picture for she cut a very sexy figure -- she was slim with killer legs and a good size bust. The next few pictures were similar. Then the next totally blew me away. It was taken indoors using flash and it showed Tasha on her knees with her boyfriend's cock in her mouth.
I studied the picture for some time and then it hit me, if she was posing with her boyfriend, who was taking the picture. The next picture solved the puzzle, for it showed her with her mouth around the cock of a different guy. Now I remembered. She had gone on this holiday with another couple, her friend Vicky and her boyfriend. For conformation, then next few pictures showed Vicky doing the same thing. I remembered Vicky. I had a few wet dreams about her, with her big bust. She was definitely one of my sister's sexiest friends. Now for the first time, there she was, her tits bare for me to look at. I put the pile of pictures down, trying to catch my breath, for in truth I was aroused by what I was seeing; my cock was painfully hard in my trousers.
After I had regained my breath, I picked up the pile again and looked at the next picture. It showed a couple making out, the guy between the girl's legs. The cameraship was so bad, however, that you couldn't tell who was who. Things improved in the next few snaps for it was Tasha's face that could clearly be seen from under her boyfriend's shoulder. In the next series it was Vicky's turn to get fucked by her boyfriend. Then they appeared to swap partners for the final few frames. No wonder Tasha had hidden these holiday snaps; she had obviously forgotten about them when she moved out. It made me wonder where Vicky was these days and what she was doing. These pictures were ideal blackmail material for getting into her knickers. The one person who might know was Tasha herself, so a couple of days later I called around to visit my sexy sister. Now many years later, her slim figure had filled out, but not in a bad way. A few added inches to her tits and hips had made her legs shapelier and added a cup size or two on her bust.
"Hi brother," she greeted me with a hug, "come in, come in." She invited me into her lounge.
I had never been to her flat before and I looked around with interest. "Nice place," I said.
"Yeah, not bad," she smiled her reply.
Over a cup of tea I mentioned the pictures I had found under the floorboards.
"Oh yes, show me," she said, her eyes wide with excitement. "Oh my, look at me then," she said, "I must be twenty pounds lighter then." She studied her topless shots for a long time, much to my impatience. "Do you know I was barely a 'B' cup in those days?" she said. "Now I'm a 'D'." She emphasised her comments by cupping her bust. "Oh no, I had forgotten," she squealed. "How embarrassing letting my young brother see me like that." She was now looking at the blowjob pictures. "Oh my, what a holiday that was." She now smiled at the memory. "Me and Vicky swapped back and forth all holiday," she said.
"Where's Vicky now?" I asked, trying to sound innocent.
"She moved up north. I've got her address somewhere," she said, continuing to look through the pile of pictures. "How about another cuppa?" she asked when she had been through the lot.
"Yeah sure," I said.
"My ex, Peter, would have loved to have seen these," she commented. "You should see some of the pictures he took of me... makes this lot look tame."
"Oh," I said. My cock, already hard, suddenly became harder. "You must show me some time," I said.
"Oh no, I couldn't," she said. "I'll be so embarrassed."
"Did you get to keep them when you split?" I asked.
"Oh yeah," she said. "There's no way I would let the bastard keep them," she said with some venom. "Knowing him, they would be all over the internet by now."
We said our goodbyes and I went home, my dreams about Vicky dashed, but still I had copies of her pictures on my computer. I had scanned all the pictures, using the original negatives, before I gave them to Tasha.
A few months later, my job hunting was not going well, when Tasha popped in to visit Mum and Dad.
"Oh, I'm glad you're here brother," she said. "I want to ask you a favour."
"Oh yes," I said.
"Yes, could you flat sit for a couple of weeks?" she asked. "I'm going away on holiday with a girlfriend from work."
"Sure sis," I said, my first thought were those naughty pictures she had mentioned.
I dropped her off at the airport, using her own car, with a promise to pick her up when she returned. Then, when I reached her flat, I searched it from end to end without any success and I was beginning to think she didn't keep them there at all. Then I remembered her last hiding place. Sure enough, in the bottom of the wardrobe under a false floor, was a thick cardboard filing box. I sat down on her bed just staring at the box in my hand. I was almost afraid to open it. I took a deep breath and lifted the lid.
The first picture was a large, good quality black and white print of a younger and very naked Tasha, quite tastefully posed. The date on the back was almost five years ago. I removed picture after picture, each one getting ruder, until the last in the sequence showed Tasha with her legs wide open. The next lot were in colour, and started where the last lot left off. The first picture showed Tasha using a vibrator on herself. The look on her face was full of lust, frozen all those years ago by the flash. I worked my way through the pile, then things changed. No more Tasha on her own, but now there was her husband with her in the picture. He obviously had a preference for blowjobs and tit fucks, as these were the bulk of their pictures.
I put the box down and put the kettle on and made coffee. In truth, all these sexual images were getting to me. At last I had calmed down and I picked up the box again. The very next picture showed Tasha in a cock sandwich, taking it from each end and neither guy was her husband. The picture quality was superb, almost of professional standard. It looked like Tasha's ex had a good camera with some training too. The rest were all similar showing Tasha with multiple partners, usually two, but in one session she was entertaining four. Wow, what a sister I had. I wouldn't mind a go with her myself. I took all the negatives home and, over the next two nights, I scanned them into my computer. When I tried to replace the box at the bottom of the wardrobe, I found there was an obstruction. I put my hand in and found a video tape hidden at the back. Back in the lounge I slid the video into the machine and pressed "play".
There was Tasha in all her glory stripping off to her ex's instructions and then playing with herself with various toys. The screen went blank and then it started again with Tasha on her knees and her ex walking towards her; his cock was soon deep down her throat. It was obvious to me that no one was operating the video camera in these shots. But in the next session I could tell that someone definitely was, for the camera followed the action and even zoomed in for the close-ups. I recognised some of the guys of course, from the stills, but I knew the best was yet to come. Yes, there was my sister naked on the floor surrounded by four guys taking turns pushing their cocks in her mouth and between her legs. I borrowed a mate's video recorder and made a copy. I replaced the copy under the floorboards and kept the original for myself.
Now that I had all this material, the question arose as what to do with it all. I would have loved to push my hard cock into my sister's mouth and pussy and, if I told her I had copies of all her naughty pictures, I'm sure I could've forced her to do what I wanted. But she was my sister, whom I loved and cherished, and would hate to make her unhappy. I picked her up from the airport. She looked good with a nice tan. Once back at her flat she opened the duty free and we both got merry. We chatted about her holiday.
"Oh, you would have loved Kate," she said referring her girlfriend. "She had the nicest figure, just like mine was in those pictures."
"I think you have a nice figure now, sis," I said.
"Well, thank you kind sir," she nodded somewhat drunkenly, "but I think I should lose a few pounds... tits droop too much," she chuckled.
"Well maybe, perhaps, I'll see in your holiday snaps," I said.
"No, no. In fact, I did go topless as did Kate," she said, "but on my camera I've only got pictures of her. I'll talk to Kate later and I'll get copies for you to look at. I suppose you better stay the night," she slurred.
"Yeah, good idea," I replied, "too drunk to drive."
"Yeah, okay, let's go to bed," she said.
She had this big five foot double bed in her room in which I had been sleeping in for the last two weeks. I stripped off and moved under the sheets. From there I watched as my sister stripped to her knickers and joined me.
"Don't need to see Kate's pictures now," I said, "your tits are gorgeous."
"Stop that, I'm your sister," she said, "but it'll be nice if you hugged me a bit. I miss that." I put my arms around my sister and cupped her tits, my hard-on hard up against her bum. "Oh stop that before I forget you're my brother," she whispered. Instead I moved my cock against her crack and squeezed her tits harder. "Oh you bastard," she said, "it's been such a long time since I felt a nice hard one." I twiddled her nipples between finger and thumb. "Oh you bastard," she said breathlessly, "if you stop now I'll kill you."
I flipped her onto her back and moved between her legs, which she opened for me. I pulled aside the gusset of her knickers and pushed my hard cock into her -- right up to the hilt.
Oh you bastard," she cooed, "fuck me hard."
I thrust in and out of her sopping pussy, her hips moving in sync with me, until her hips lost rhythm and she came with a loud sigh; I pumped my sperm deep within her. After that we both slept.
When I awoke, she was still asleep, her head on my shoulder. I lay there, remembering last night's lust and wondered about her reaction when she woke up. I didn't have to wait long.
"Hi brother," she said, her eyes now open and looking at me.
"Hi sis," I replied.
"It's been awhile since I woke up beside a man," she said. "I didn't know how much I missed it till now."
"Sorry about last night," I said, "I got carried away. It's your fault, you're so beautiful."
"Thanks for that, even though I'm a few pounds overweight," she said.
"No sis," I said, "you're just about perfect."
"Thanks." Her eyes lowered. "You wait till you see my old photo's, I was really sexy in them days." My hands found her large bust and I fondled them, causing a groan to escape her lips. "I've always liked having my tits touched," she said. "It always used to get me going. My bastard ex knew he could make me do anything he wanted if he worked on my tits for awhile."
That was a good thing to know, I thought.
"Oh please, don't stop," she begged.
"So, if I squeeze your tits long enough, you'll do anything I want you to," I said, half joking.
"Yes, yes, just don't stop," she sighed.
I snuggled up closer, pushing my hard cock into her bum crack. "So you'll spread your legs any time I want," I said in her ear.
"Yes, anything you want. Oh please harder," she sighed. Now she was desperate to fuck and before too long her legs opened wide and she pulled me on top of her. "Fuck me you bastard," she shouted.
I slipped into her wet pussy and together we thrust our hips at each other. She came within six hard strokes and her squirming body stimulated me to come too.
"Oh boy," she cooed, "been a long time since I had a good fuck first thing in the morning. You can stay as long as you like."
"So now my buxom sister is my very own fuck-toy," I said.
"Oh yes brother," she giggled, "this is like when I was first married. You wouldn't believe the things my ex made me do."
"Okay, tell me," I asked.
"Oh no, I couldn't," she whispered. "I'll be embarrassed."
"Come on sis," I said, "you've got my attention. You can't stop now."
"Well okay," she whispered, "but you mustn't laugh. You must remember I was slim in those days, so I used to wear, on his insistence, the most revealing clothes I could find, you know, very short skirts and no bra."
"I'm definitely going to make you do that again," I said. "Can't wait to see my mates' faces when they see you flashing your bits off."
"Stop it, you'll get me going again," she said with a smile. "Anyway, after that, he took lots of pictures of me, nudes and stuff. Later it was both of us together, you know, doing it."
"These are the pictures you mentioned the other night?" I asked. My hands had found her breasts again and I was gently fondling them.
"Yeah, and then later he would invite some of his friends over," she said.
"And you would spread your legs and let them fuck you," I said coarsely.
"Yeah," she said weakly, "and sometimes he would take pictures of me doing it with them too."
My cock was now very hard again. "Did you enjoy doing it?" I asked.
"At first, I suppose, it was so exciting to be the centre of attention," she said. "But in the end it all got a bit frightening. He used to insist I take on lots of his friends at once... four or more. Sometimes they would get aggressive with me and they would hit me and, of course, I would be sore for days after."
"Okay sis," I said, "I won't make you fuck all my mates on or off camera."
"I don't mind, if that's what you want me to do," she said breathlessly. My tit fondling was getting to her at last. "Just don't invite too many around at one go, OK?"
"Sure sis," I said, "max of four, OK?"
"Yeah okay," she sighed, "now please fuck me."
She rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide. I moved in between them and slipped into her sopping pussy to the hilt.
"Oh yeah," she cooed, "fuck your sister, you bastard."
THE END
