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Her nervous expression said it all. She was leaning on the banister of her patio, dragging off a cigarette and watching the traffic below when I entered.
"Room service. Your lunch is here miss."
She came back inside. Her hair was disheveled, long wavy locks of brown framed her soft, demure face beautifully. I could've sworn I knew her from somewhere.
"I'm sorry. I have a lot of things on my mind. Work just called and told me I'm fired, I'm being sued. It's too much for me to handle."
I glanced up at her and pushed aside the food cart.
"You poor thing. Come here."
She frowned and collapsed into my strong arms and I held onto her petite body effortlessly. Her breathing came in gasps, interrupted by quiet crying mewls. I caught her scent in my nostrils and was taken back to my childhood. It was then that I remembered. We had been young, probably sixteen at the time and knew nothing of love according to our parents. So whatever it was that we felt for each other persisted, yearned to be expressed. Dwelt within our hearts and minds until I was drafted into the armed forces.
For four years, I kept a picture of her in my living quarters and brought it along on every mission. She stayed with me, close to my heart. Soon, the time came when I was sent home. I met her in the airport and hugged her tight, like I'd wished my parents could have hugged me.
She stopped crying and nuzzled her cheek against my couple days worth of stubble.
Her voice trembled with the implication. I wanted nothing more than to take her pain as my own, to soothe her like a lover might. She smelled of a departed childhood and I grew hard, pressed against her tummy. Her eyes gleamed a bluish green. Sadness prevailed through her emerging smile, pulling at my heart strings. I leant my head down and placed my lips on hers, tasting her for the first time in many years. She pushed her full breasts into my blazer clad chest, nestling beneath it and into the cotton soft material of my white uniform shirt.
I sighed into her mouth and gently guided her back onto the fullsize bed, laying passively a few feet behind her. She parted her thighs, revealing to me her treasures. I remembered them distinctly; the puffy pink folds of her pussy encompassing perfection, a bare mound and slit and her wrinkled asshole squinting with anticipation. Smartly, she hadn't worn panties beneath her flowing blue skirt and for that I was grateful. My younger sister pulled me closer, her fingers fumbled with the heavy clasp of my belt buckle causing it to clang noisily between us. Nothing can describe how delicate and soft her hands felt encompassing my rock solid prick, but it was heavenly.
I pawed her breasts through the flimsy blouse that covered them, sensed the churning movement of her wrists and fingers; and her breathing as it slowed. My gasps quickened. I lifted the shirt she had on and bathed each nipple in my warm saliva, sucking first one and then the other until they stiffened. She humped my thigh as I nibbled her left bud, pulling it slightly towards me. My cock strained in her hand, throbbing insistently for a release she didn't want to grant me. At least not yet.
She pushed me back and unbuttoned her blouse teasingly. I helped to lift it over her head and set it on the footboard. The skirt wriggled down her hips as she bent over with her back to me. I couldn't restrain myself from lowering my head down between her legs and did, lapping her sweet pungent juices up and slipping my fingers inside of where I wished my cock could go. She thrashed around on the mattress after a few minutes and clenched tightly around my middle finger. Her juices spilled onto the sheets beneath her hips, down my forearm and into my mouth.
I knelt behind her in bed and kicked off my uniform pants, the bottom half of a tuxedo type thing. She looked back at me over her shoulder and left her ass in the air for the taking. I moved a little closer, rested the head of my cock inside and inched further, enjoying the trip as well as the destination. Her velvet soft tunnel gripped like a vice, its comfort engorged my cock painfully as I bottomed out inside her. She quivered when I fucked her. The sound of her moans encouraged me to fulfill my destiny, life's eventuality portrayed once again by two participants.
Her pussy worked against my length, pushing itself down to the root of my cock. Twenty somethings playing an adult game of peek-a-boo. I found it funny but not enough to laugh, it was more ironic to be honest. She tensed, feeling how active my meat became buried deeply and I came. Her hole gripped me and unleashed its own appreciative onslaught, drowning me repeatedly in her slippery subsidy. We collapsed onto the bed and slept for about an hour together. She faced me, kissed my cheek and had helped my cock ease back inside her while I slept.
"I've been waiting forever to find you again, sis."
She glowed and pumped her ass back and forth, across my shaft. The pangs of another orgasm threatened to relieve themselves.
"I need you to come again, big brother. Shoot your load."
My sister whispered and assured me that it was alright. I groaned, pulled her trembling ass towards my hips and creamed. I twitched emptily, while bottomed out inside her.
She rolled with me, onto her tummy atop mine in bed.
"Do I make you happy, big brother?"
I caught my breath and hugged her.
"Happier than I've ever been for as long as I can remember."
I could feel her heart beating a mile a minute due to how nervous the question made her. Slowly, its rhythm dropped to a steady pace. I laid there in the hotel room and at some point fell back asleep.
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