Borrowing Brother

Sister (whispering): ‘Kor, can you come out for a while?’

I stealthily lifted the blanket and tiptoed out of the room, leaving my girlfriend to continue sleeping.

Me: ‘Yes?’
Sister: ‘Can cook something for me to eat?’

No doubt she was already twenty one, but she is my sister who taught me about what girls liked. If I can cook for my girlfriend, how could I say no to my family? Giving her a smile, I went into the kitchen, checking the fridge for the ‘mystery box’ challenge. It was two in the morning after all, and there was no one else at home.

Taking the cold bowl of unfinished rice, I grabbed an egg and my own homemade salted mackerel, ready to whip her a hot plate of fried rice. At the sink, I began the preparations and she went into the toilet behind me, typical of those old flats in the North area.

Me: ‘Mei, are you cooking with me?’
Sister: ‘Coming out soon.’

The bathroom door slid opened and the lights in the kitchen went out. Just as I was about to ask her not to disturb me while I was cutting the fish, a pair of hands suddenly went around my waist, chest pressing against me tightly.

Me: ‘What’s wrong?’
Sister: ‘I.. I don’t want you to be with her.’
Me: ‘Huh? What are you talking about?’

She slowly loosened her grip and turned me around, head almost burying into my chest. It was one of the most intense moment I had ever felt from her. And worse still, I had no idea what came over her.

As I heard sobbing sounds from her, I lifted her chin, and saw the most beautiful sight under the moonlight. Those sparkling bright eyes, filled with tears of an angel, never-ending flawless skin that flowed right into her neckline.

I didn’t know what to say. I could never be with her even if I wanted to. Not in the legal manner, even if we tried everything..

She snuggled into my arms as I held her close, consoling her in any way I could. That was all I was allowed to do. Nothing more. Her hands rested on my waist, slowly making their way up under my shirt. No matter how many ‘hey’s I told her, they never stopped till my shirt was removed.

Sister (whispering): ‘I’m already naked under the shirt.’

I wish I could have listened to my sanity. Whatever that happened from here on, none of it was right. To make matter worse, we thought like each other. There was no rush, it was just filled with unspoken passion for each other. Taking enough breaths and letting go of all those internal alarms, she dug her fingers into the tiny shorts I always wore to sleep. And I raised her shirt till her chest was pressing against me. Needless to say, I was already hard, for someone I knew it was best to leave as fantasies in my head.

Me (whispering): ‘Come, sit here. I’ll carry you up.’

It was the kitchen counter I helped her up onto. So my mouth could reach those delicious looking nipples, which I did as soon as I could. Like me, a little suck on the tip was proving to much for her, so I could only use my tongue. To lick, to flick, to draw circles, to draw lines. From her nipples, down her belly, and pit stopped at her groin.

Shifting her body backwards onto the counter for me, her legs were wide opened. All I needed to do, was to please that pink fruit. Carefully wrapping my tongue around that sweet spot, I lapped her hungrily, and her body reacted passionately. I could feel her muscles beneath her waist, tightening as juices poured freely out of her pussy whenever she climaxed silently. It was just too risky to get too wild. It was too exciting not to climax easily.

Sister (whispering): ‘Kor.. ‘

I stood up with my mouth wet and she planted a kiss where I tasted her with.

Sister (whispering): ‘My turn.’

She led me to the window, and made me stand back-facing the big grey orb in the sky. She squatted and tied her hair up with a rubber band, taking my dick into her hand as soon as her hair was out of the way. Playing with it sensually, she was more interested in teasing me than to please me. But I bet she knew that it felt as good too.

As my body was partially blocking the moonlight, I could still see what she was up to. Her head went to the front of the little stick, and her tongue popped out for a taste test. Quietly, her lips opened and I could feel her tongue wetting the tip as her head approached my body. She did not know what else to do except to move back and forth, using her saliva to aid the ‘jerking-like’ motion.

Once in a while, I would tap her head and give her a smile, letting her know she was doing fine. Once she realised my dick was throbbing with more vibe than before, the sensational blowjob was over.

Me (whispering): ‘Okay?’
Sister (whispering): ‘Huh? What okay?’

She grabbed my hand and brought me to the same place where I ate her out, bending over with her tiny butt sticking out at me.

Sister (whispering): ‘Put it inside.. hurry.’

I hesitated and she knew what I was worried about. There was no way she wouldn’t know if we are real siblings.

Sister (whispering): ‘Don’t worry. You are not my first. But I can be super tight. My ex told me that before.’

Feeling a little more at ease, I went ahead and stuck the first inch in, where her body suddenly jerked upright. I knew it was the initial pain, and I kept pushing myself into the unbelievably, tight, hole of my sister. There was no way I could move without triggering the climax at all. But she knew what to do. Indeed, I was more certain it wasn’t her first time.

We spent almost a minute motionless in that position, where her vagina slowly loosened up. Finally, I could move and wasted no time in thrusting my sausage into her. With her slit getting juicer, sounds were kept to a minimal, but the groans she was making were hardly discreet at all.

Having not much choice, I managed to maintain a tempo that made the least noise. We just kept fucking in that same position, for almost five minutes straight. Well, five minutes was all I could handle. She was getting tighter with each orgasm, and I was getting closer as well. The confident, small body of hers was even jerking backwards at me whenever I slowed down, clearly a sex fiend I had unknowingly released in my own house.

Me (whispering): ‘Mei.. Kor is about to cum.. ‘
Sister (whispering): ‘Okay!’

She stopped me with her hands and dragged me back to the window, where she quickly got on her knees and threw her head at me. My dick was reaching all the way down her throat and the muffled gagging sound caused some unbearable contractions at the sensitive tip of my dick.

As my body went into time-stoppage, I grabbed her head and pulled her as close as her mouth could reach. My dick dipped straight into her throat and within a second, my rod pumped out the creamy cum straight down her stomach. I just kept shooting even when I released my hand. It was more intense than doing it with my girlfriend, I was just shocked I had so much left in me.

Her mouth continued sucking my dick after I was done, clearing the chamber for any soldiers left behind. I could confirm there was none left when I wobbled to turn on the lights so I could continue where I stopped cooking.

Sister: ‘Kor.. I’m full already.’
Me: ‘Knew it. Help me keep.’

She put her shirt back on, and so did I. With the noise we made, it wasn’t that a shock to see my girl walking in on us, catching us as we kept the ingredients into the fridge. As soon as the sensible sister saw her, she left the kitchen to us and went back to her room, much happier than before.

Girlfriend: ‘Kept everything?’
Me: ‘Yeah. Let me go to the toilet first.’

She followed me into the bathroom and let me do my business, before requesting me to give it a thorough wash.

Girlfriend (whispering): ‘I wanna do it again.’

So here comes round three. It was only during our second encounter that I found out, or what she told me, I had taken her first time. How could I stay angry, at that tightness, at that wetness, for long?

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