Hazel

Daisy giggled as she pulled the pillow from my arms. “Hazey Rain, you are always acting so prim and proper. But you don’t need to be shy, not with me. I’ve seen it all before.” I squirmed as her hungry green eyes devoured my small breasts, her hand extending to fondle me in quaking excitement. My skin prickled at the warmth of her flesh so intimately touching mine.

“Oh… oh… but… Mmm….” Hundreds of responses came to my mind. With a hundred ways of telling her we need to stop. Hundreds of ways to tell her to leave my house and to take her boyfriend with her. But Max rocked his hips, his hard cock pushing deeper into my tight cunt, and all the fight left me. This wasn’t right, I’m the eldest. It’s up to me to put an end to such debauchery. We’ve already gone too far. “D-daisy…”

Instead, I found myself hypnotized by my sister’s beauty, mouth agape. I let the wondrous sensation of a real, warm cock delight my cunt under her approving stare. It was nothing like the dildos I used to quell my urges. And when he pushed harder, filling me in a way I’ve never felt before, I moaned and found myself bridging back onto my head as my body lifted into the air.

“That’s right. That dick feels good, doesn’t it? I picked him just for you.” She panted as my cunt adjusted to the sensation, like she was the one fucking me. In a way, she was. But it was simply the perverted delight that took her breath away. “Isn’t she adorable, Max?” She adjusted my askew glasses, refusing to let me take them off. Making sure I saw perfectly clear my little sister’s freckle-laden smile as she cooed lovingly to me. “Thank you for letting me share this with you, Hazey.”

It felt so dirty. So unforgivably taboo. Maybe that made it better? Hard to tell, despite my past and what you might assume, this was my first time. I didn’t expect my visit to go like this.

Daisy had. I was set up, ambushed by her. And there wasn’t a trace of shame in the way she looked at me, either. Ashamed, I reached for the pillow again, hoping to cover myself. Daisy snatched it from my hands, easily ripping it from my grip and tossing it from the bed. The burning embarrassment had made my chest pink. My face was probably as red as a stop sign.

“She’s so much cuter in real life. Little Mouse is so wonderfully shy,” Max growled with delight as his mercifully gentle invasion of my cunt pressed onward. I squirmed when he called me Little Mouse, not used to hearing it out loud. His handsome face maneuvered around my sister’s head so he could also enjoy the sight of my body, laid bare. “Nothing like you, Daisy.”

It’s true, two sisters couldn’t be more different.

“That’s what I like. Hazey’s always been so quiet. And she’s a darling little thing, isn’t she?” Her large hands gently explored my chest. My tight, small nipples hardened as her forest green fingernails traced the dark circles of my areola. “Do you understand why I could never get my big sister out of my head?” Her emerald eyes widened, and she leaned over me as her hands began cupping my little mounds of soft cleavage.

Max chuckled, “Such a tiny big sister.”

Daisy leaned down and kissed me, her large breasts dragging along my arm as I found myself fawning over her eagerness. She had kissed me thousands of times in my life, but never like she had this night. She’s certainly never slipped her tongue into my mouth, coaxing me to press mine into her lips. The whiskey and weed we shared earlier still lingered in her mouth, and I felt my toes curling and gripping the sheets. This certainly wasn’t her sweet, tender pecks of sisterly love on my cheek.

Maybe I was just never good at being a big sister. I often blew her off when we were growing up. I didn’t do much to inspire her or to be proud of. And probably the number one rule of being an eldest sibling is that one shouldn’t lust after their baby sister. And I had. Not just tonight, either. I just kept it to myself. My sinful desires quietly worked out with my own fingers and imagination, where no one had to know about it. Never realizing she had been watching me back, that the same incestuous urges kept her up at night.

Except Daisy was always braver. She had the boldness to act on it.

I was four years older than her. She was a surprise; my parents hadn’t planned on her, as they had me. But that was Daisy through and through, spontaneous and headstrong. I envied that. I’ve always been quiet and nervous, insisting on everything being planned to the smallest detail. Like this trip. According to my itinerary, we should be leaving the aquarium now and heading to a modestly priced dinner.

Instead, I’ve been tricked, seduced, stripped, and fucked. And now, with my kid sister’s tongue jammed into my mouth and circling my own, I was losing all illusions of control. Her strong hands groped me. Max was happy to be my sister’s pawn and enjoyed silently feeding my cunt more of his shaft as she peppered me with kisses. My whole world became my little sister’s pretty face, and her long red hair spilled down to the side of my cheeks.

Daisy’s fingers were rough with calluses built up from her fanatical dedication to working out and growing stronger. And it made me squirm as I felt her hand run down from my breast, across my soft belly. “Little heart,” she whispered into my ear. Her attention detoured to the crevice where my hip met my leg, tapping my heart-shaped birthmark. I was blushing when Daisy slid her fingers over and pressed against my clit, causing me to grind my hips back into her boyfriend’s swelling dick.

I could hear Max grunting, and my body quivered as I realized what was next. I needed to tell him to pull out before he emptied himself inside me. I wasn’t ready for it. At least that’s what I thought. Instead, the warning that came out of my lips was breathy and dreamy. “He’s gonna cum inside me, Daisy.” She grinned back.

“He sure is. I’m so happy, Hazey. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” I gave up on resisting any further, instead wrapping my arms around her. Ready to accept whatever she had in store. There was a wave of blissful surrender that washed over me, one that spurred my building climax to nearly maddening heights.

The moans spilled from my mouth, leaving only space for one soft confession. “I love you, Daisy.”

I whimpered pathetically, how could I let this happen? I mean, I know how. But that’s a long story…

Daisy

It’s natural for a little girl to be obsessed with their big sister. It’s just that some might argue my carnal desires were a step further than what could be considered ‘socially acceptable’. But I needed her. And I always work relentlessly, because when I put my mind to it, I always get my way.

Hazel’s name was my first word. I called her ‘Hazey’, a modification born from my inability to pronounce ‘L’s at the time, and one I would never give up. When I grew older, she asked me to drop the childish nickname. I refused this request; she was my Hazey, and nothing would ever change that.

I remember following her around, begging her to play. Admittedly, I was a firecracker, loud and high energy, wanting to play tag or to race around the yard. Hazey always enjoyed quiet afternoons reading stories. Often, we settled on her reading aloud to me, some of my happiest memories were when she sat in Daddy’s big easy chair and shared her stories while I sat at her feet.

Her passion for books turned into a career. Hazey now works as an elementary school librarian. Isn’t that just the most adorable thing? Especially since her slight height made some of the larger students nearly as tall as she. I reasoned she always dressed like an old, fuddy-duddy librarian to avoid confusion. And she reads to kids, just like she did for me. That makes me really happy. I wonder if it makes her think of her little sister?

Momma said I always did the growing for both of us. I was bigger than most boys, and stronger too. By the time I entered middle school, I was already eclipsing her physically and socially. Little Hazey was almost a ghost to her classmates, known mostly as ‘Daisy’s sister’ rather than for her own merits. I didn’t mean to do that to her. What can I say? I was popular and liked making friends.

But there was something about my big sister that I found absolutely enchanting. Sure, she was always trying to brush me off to go read. But she was kind about it, never mean. Just… quiet. As Max said, Little Mouse suited her. I thought she was so stoic and cool! Apparently, I was the only one.

I started dating before she did. I was lusted after by the boys who I didn’t intimidate, and to my joyous surprise, I found I attracted a lot of girls as well. I never settled on anyone too long, enjoying the promiscuous freedom of exploration. But do you know what got me off the hardest? It wasn’t a nice cock and a strong body. It wasn’t the pretty lipstick lesbians that enjoyed licking me raw. It was fantasizing about Hazey. Her nerdiness and petite frame simply made me ooze with lust.

Not that she knew. I mean, I always thought she was pretty. But the first time I really realized how I desired her was the time I caught Hazey playing with herself. I was mowing the grass on a hot summer day. The lawnmower had sputtered out of gas, and my Dad had hopped in the car to go get more. It was like fate, like I was meant to see my Hazey in all her perverse glory!

With time on my hands, I looked around the empty yard. With no one there to judge, I lifted my tight sports bra up over my tits, taking it off and tucking it in my shorts. It was too small and digging into me, which was annoying because I had only bought it a few months before. To cool off, I took the hose and sprayed chilly water over myself. I looked down and noticed how pale the girls looked in the summer sun. My skin had turned brown and even more freckled from all the time I spent outside training. I wrinkled my nose, annoyed with the extreme difference in color, wishing I could work out nude to avoid the tan lines. I retreated to the shade of the elm tree beside Hazey’s room to hide from the sun.

And it was there that I did something bad. Something really naughty. I glanced into her window innocently enough; her curtains were open after all, and I didn’t mean to peek. When I saw Hazey in that state, I should have turned away. A good little sister would pretend like it never happened, certainly not engaging in such voyeuristic joys.

But you have to understand, Hazey was naked.

Naked and masturbating. Would you have been able to stop watching?

Nothing but those big glasses on, lying on top of her covers with her petite little adorable, cute body! Oh! I’m all flustered just thinking of it! This was right after her first year of college, and she had come home for the break. I had my cherry popped years ago, but Hazey hadn’t even had a boyfriend as far as I knew.

I wondered what had got her so excited?! What was she thinking about? Her eyes were crunched tight. With her pillows piled behind her back for a slight incline. She raised her knees into the air, and her feet dangled. I had never seen anyone play with themselves like that! It was simply precious! And that pussy! She kept herself trimmed and neat, but the haphazard, wispy crown of brown fur had such an innocence to it. It reminded me of how I trimmed mine the day I decided to climb on my boyfriend and make him give it up.

My eyes suddenly locked on the precious heart-shaped birthmark. I kinda forgot about it, I mean, I hadn’t seen it since we took baths together when we were little. I remember I had poked the little smudge of dark skin and said, “Little Heart”. Hazey got embarrassed and told me not to be rude. My mouth went dry as I focused on the little patch of brown, right in the hip crease above her left leg. I wanted to kiss it. To look up and tell my big sis that I thought it was the most enchanting thing! Then I wanted to move my mouth inward, kissing her as my lips moved closer and closer to the wet flower blooming between her legs.

Hazey had started with her small, pale fingers. I couldn’t turn away, almost ashamed by my lack of shame as I played the Peeping Tom. Her mouth opened wide, oh how I wanted to be in the room. To hear what she sounded like! And I found myself stunned, almost impressed with the roughness she drove her digits deep into that perfect cunt. Hazey rocked her hips with seasoned precision, grinding hard against her hand.

She was good at this. This wasn’t some slapdash bit of amateur pussy play. It was practiced, I may even say perfected. And beside her, the dildo. A towel. So well thought out and prepared. Just like my big sister always is! There was something else, too. Something I couldn’t identify. A black wad of cloth or something.

I first noticed it when she grabbed it and brought it to her face. She held it there, for some reason sniffing and licking it before stuffing her mouth with the fabric. Some sort of gag to keep herself quiet? Fuck, was she really that uncontrollably loud that she needed to take such precautions?

It was her adorably lively toes that made me the pervert I am. After she warmed up, she gripped the dildo so tight and opened her thighs far enough for me to see her pretty pink slit. And the moment she plunged the dark phallus into her dripping cunt, her feet kicked into the air and her short, round toes spread wide. Her mouth bit down on the fabric, her eyes scrunched tighter, and all her expression was through her dainty little feet.

I remembered her reading to me in Daddy’s chair, while I played ‘this little pig went to the market’, pinching each of her little piggies while she looked down from her reading. Pushing her falling glasses up onto the bridge of her nose, peaking up from her book, and telling me I was a silly little girl. I found myself rubbing my thighs together, wishing she would look over to me now and tell me I was a silly little girl again.

Her little piggies curled so hard they turned from red to white. The innocent childhood memory was now forever corrupted, wrapped around this new, sumptuous feeling. Hazey acted with primal need, pounding her cunt with forceful violence. Her legs spasmed, and those cute little toe beans frantically curled and uncurled, splayed, and fidgeted wildly.

And then… then her legs extended and straightened. Her feet pointed and spread further and further apart. There was a gracefulness to her orgasm; she reminded me of a ballerina holding a difficult pose. Those short, shaking legs looked so elegant and sexy. Her whole body began to tremble. Her eyes suddenly shot open, and she reached for the towel. Jamming it between her milky thighs, I saw a gushing wetness erupt from her around the towel!

Hazey squirt! I hadn’t ever seen a girl do that in real life! Oh, it was glorious!

Her spent body writhed and went limp. And then to my horror, her head rolled in my direction as she pulled the curious cloth from her lips. I thought I heard her speak, “Daisy”. Fuck, did she see me? Did she really say that, or was it just my mind panicking? I sank below the windowsill, not daring to pop my head back up. I waited there, terrified she would come and find I had been spying.

But she never did, and I was voraciously horny.

Under the dark tree, I slipped my fingers under my shorts, beneath my sweaty panties. No warm-up needed, I ravaged my pussy with Hazey’s wet climax still fresh in my mind. No thrusting cock or lashing tongue had ever made my legs this weak. They couldn’t hold a candle to the orgasm I felt growing and swelling up inside me as I squeezed my bare tits with one hand.

I always liked a post-workout fuck. And the hot yard work met that criteria. I had taken to shaving off my red bush completely. A recent partner had waxed poetically about my bald, glistening pussy and made me feel quite pretty. And I loved the way it felt, running my fingers over my smooth, slicked mound when I was hot and worked up.

My cunt gripped my fingers. I imagined being on top of her, pinning her thin wrists above her head with one hand and jamming the dildo into her with the other. Having her suck my swollen nipples as she… as she…

I cupped my sex-drenched fingers over my mouth, hiding as the unstoppable low moan that left my lips as my eyes rolled back. I came underneath Hazey’s window. Sweat dripping down my body, the first hit had my new addiction overwhelming me. I had never cum that fast or...