My name is Clayton, I’m fairly short (5’5’’) without much of a frame (130), but I have room to grow seeing as I just turned fifteen. I’m not that much of a looker, what with my unkempt blondish hair and my silly looking teeth. My sister Kaliene tells me I look like a surfer bum “but without the looks” (whatever that means).
While the girls mostly pass me over, the boys can’t stay away from my sister Kaliene. She’s only 17 but she looks and acts like she’s 24. She’s a little taller than me, and any weight she has on me is probably in her C cup tits or the tight little butt that surrounds her 30 inch hips. There’s hotter girls in the school to be sure, but there certainly aren’t any that I know of who can seduce a boy just by putting on that slightly mischievous face of hers and positioning her breasts in that tantalizing way. I’m not speaking from experience (at least not before the events of this story occurred), but it’s hard not to hear exactly how your sister seduces her classmates when she sleeps with so many of them. And while I might have turned my fancy to a girl my age once I entered high school (I’m now finishing my freshman year while Kaliene finishes her junior year here at Central), the parade of stories about Kaliene’s sexual exploits have kept my desires focused on her like a laser beam from the minute I started high school. I never did anything like what I see in other stories on here (jerking into her panties or onto a photo of her), I always feared that that sort of thing would form a habit and get me caught. I used to jerk off into a sock like every other boy, looking at porn or else thinking of other girls. But I found that I kept going back to the same websites that had photos of girls like her, or else I would mistakenly moan her name as I came (instead of whatever other perfectly nice girl I was trying to distract myself with). Finally, at the start of the winter holidays I discovered an alternative way of handling this guilty desire of mine, a way that would lead me to the scene described below…
…Around spring break, I found myself in my room nervously fidgeting as I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I had been telling myself to put my Plan into action for weeks now, but I finally had an opportunity without any potential problems whatsoever. Our parents were gone for the weekend, they had taken our younger brother with them to our aunt and uncle’s house for a visit. I had pretended to be sick to stay home specifically to put the Plan into action. If the Plan didn’t work now, (But the Plan will work, I reminded myself). Grabbing my voice recorder and a sheet of paper, I opened my bedroom door, crossed the hall, and knocked on Kaliene’s door.
“Come in,” she said distractedly. As I walked in, she looked up from her computer, where she was Skyping her friend Tanima (a fox in her own right, but on this day merely a distraction).
“Do you mind if I talk to you?” I asked. “In private, I mean.” I glanced at Tanima’s face on Kaliene’s computer screen.
“Sure, we were just finishing,” said Kaliene as she closed her computer. I put it on the floor as she turned to face me. In that moment, with her blue eyes turned so innocently towards me (and her tits and legs bursting out of their clothes not-so-innocently), I almost lost my nerve. I took a deep breath.
“I had a list I was working on and I wanted to make sure I got it right.” I pulled out the piece of paper and handed it to her. She started reading down the list.
As she read, her look changed from one of mild puzzlement to growing shock to panicked fear. “Where did you get this list?” she asked.
“I got it from this.” Pulling out the voice recorder, I hit the play button on the first track. Immediately, Kaliene’s voice (distorted by the speaker) starting moaning in what were unmistakably sexual rhythms, “Oh God, Mark oh fuck yes, oh.” The tape went on like this for a while, with the blush on Kaliene’s face growing so red I thought she’d faint. To be honest, I was embarrassed to be listening to this in front of her, but only because of all of the recordings of her that I’d been masturbating to (exclusively) since mid-December, this one was my personal favorite. Finally, her voice gave out a final “MARK!!!” as she reached the point of recorded orgasm.
“I got this name”-I pointed at the name “Mark” next to the number one on the sheet-“from track one.” “Do you want to hear tracks two through five?”
“Were you here recording me every time I brought a boy home?” she asked in a mortified, almost husky voice. It sounded as though her voice had gone but she needed to badly to speak that she found a new one.
“No, of course not,” I laughed. “You were always good about knowing when the house was empty or not, so I had to have this recorder going all the time, just in case I captured something. I wish I could have found a way to record all the boys you did away from here, but I had to settle for taping from behind your dresser.”
“Why did you do it?” she asked, her eyes starting to well with tears. I was taken aback to see her cry. I realized just how out of control she felt right now; she hadn’t cried in years. The last time I remember her crying, it was when her first serious boyfriend had dumped her like yesterday’s garbage back in the seventh grade. She hadn’t had any serious boyfriends since then, and I sometimes wondered if her sleeping around was her way of staying in control, of avoiding heartbreak.
“Because I wanted to finish the list,” I said as mysteriously as possible. Seeing her confusion, I motioned for her to turn the list over. There, at the top in bold, it read “6. Clayton.”
She dropped the list and covered her mouth as if to scream, but (perhaps realizing that screaming would have been silly) simply looked at me in terror.
“Look,” I began, dropping all pretense, “Mom and Dad have been taking you to church since you were a kid. They raised you to be a good Christian like they are. And you can’t even imagine how crazy they’d go if this recorder found its way into their hands. But you skanked your way into this mess, and you’ll have to skank your way out. Because if my name isn’t on the list, this recorder isn’t in my hands.”
Kaliene opened her mouth as if to try to argue or bargain, but no words came out. Instead, with tears still flowing steadily down her cheeks, she kissed me. She was the first girl I’d ever kissed, so I didn’t know what to expect, but I had a pretty good idea that she was very good at it. After some initial hesitation, she stopped kissing me like we’d just finished our third date and let her whorish instincts take over. She took off my shirt and shorts and starting kissing her way down my stomach. Finally, she reached my boxers. Realizing what she wanted, I took off my boxers to give her full control over my already rock-hard dick. She took it in her small but skillful hands, gently pumping it as she slowly wrapped her lips around it, touching the tip playfully with her tongue. I was shocked that, with the girl of my dreams giving me this sort of attention, I hadn’t come. So I wasn’t surprised when all of the sudden, my dick gave a few quick jerks and I felt my sister’s mouth fill with my semen. I hadn’t jerked off in weeks, so it was probably the biggest load I’d ever shot. She again hesitated before swallowing her brother’s semen in one gulp, coughing a bit afterwards. Still feeling dazed at the success of my Plan, I only barely registered her arm reaching up my chest to the recorder near my head. I quickly snatched it up.
“You didn’t get these other guys onto the list by blowing them, and you won’t get me on there either,” I said. I was relishing being in control.
“Those other guys aren’t my brother, Clayton. We’ve gone far enough. Besides, you just spent your wad, see.” She opened her mouth to show the last bits of my cum hanging in her mouth like little stalactites (as though I needed reminding that I’d just filled my sister’s mouth with cum).
“Three things, Kaliene. Number one, I say when we’ve gone far enough, and we haven’t. Number two, I can go twenty rounds if I have to as long as it’s with you” I pointed at my penis, which was already on the rise as I contemplated my next move. “Number three…” I trailed off. “Number three…” And then it started. I put her under me and started kissing her like I’d wanted to for the last year. She might have been in charge the first time, but there was no doubt who was in charge this time.
I lifted myself off of her long enough to take off her and bra, and grabbed her tits. As I squeezed them I thought of all the times I’d only seen the tantalizing previews, and felt my dick almost burst out of its foreskin with the realization of just what I was about to experience.
I pulled off her shorts to reveal a pair of black panties, not lace but certainly appropriate for an easy girl like her. I laughed. “I’m surprised you’re wearing these,” I joked. She just lay there with her eyes closed, still crying, desperately trying to have an out-of-body experience. But as I turned my attentions towards her now-bare crotch (shaved except for a trail running from her belly button), she shifted position. Grabbing my head with both hands, she practically shoved my nose into her muff. I was greeted by a smell I had only smelled after I went in her room in January after she had fucked Zack (boy #3 on the tape): the smell of horny teenage girl. I was pleased to see that she was coming around to the idea of me fucking her, at least until I heard what she had started moaning under her breath: “Robert, oh Robert (boy #5).”
Furious, I took my head out from between her legs. “You won’t get away with this Kaliene,” I said. “Open your eyes.”
Opening her eyes, she asked, “What do you want from me?”
“I want you to look me in the eyes as I penetrate you.” Without any further warning, I rocked back and buried my dick to the hilt, as deep as I could go into her. I pulled out and gave another thrust, hitting her butt cheeks with my balls as I tried to get as far inside her as I could.
As I continued thrusting, I licked her right ear and moaned, “You know you want it. You’ve been wet since I started. Just admit it and we can really enjoy this.” She responded by moaning the name Robert again. “You’re really cute when you’re angry,” I teased.
As much I was enjoying living out my fantasy, I realized that I wouldn’t be able to keep from coming much longer. But before I could come I felt Kaliene pull my head down again, this time to her ear level. “CLAYTON!!! FUCK ME!!!” she yelled. Immediately, I felt her pussy (surprisingly tight given how often she’d been having it stretched out) contract as she came, moaning my name in my ear all the while. The combination of her contractions and her recognition that her kid brother was the one inside her pushed me over the edge, and I let loose another oversize load, this time into her waiting womb.
Even though I’d just finished what figured to be my last load in a while, I felt a fierce urgency to possess the girl who’d just become mine not seconds ago. Kaliene clearly felt the same way, because she rolled me over and started kissing me again, almost forcing her tongue down my throat in an effort to become one with the man she’d been trying to escape not a minute ago. As she rolled onto me, I felt a slow trickle of my own semen roll down her leg and onto mine.
She clearly felt it too, for she promptly scooped it up and wiped it in her asshole, telling me playfully, “There’s got to be another hole for that.” But while I wanted to follow her down the path she was leading me, I couldn’t come anymore. I promised her that we would have worlds of time to continue what we had started today.