Sister

He went down the hall to the lovely tones of his sister Jennifer’s shower singing. He stood in front of the door mulling over what to do. On the one hand, he was magic now? On the other hand, it was his sister…

I want nobody to think me fucking Jennifer is weird. He thought to himself. Jennifer and I have sex regularly and she likes it.

He didn’t feel anything, but he didn’t change himself so he had to test it. The shower did little to hide her singing but plenty to mask the door.

No clothes. He thought, Sooo Bruce all mighty

Sliding back the curtain, steam poured out but there was his gorgeous sister. Trim little body with solid C cups fill out her frame. Long wet blonde hair framed her face well. Her face lit up as she saw him.

“Oh Good morning, John! I was hoping you might reach an itch of mine.”, she said in sultry whispered tone.

“I’m sure we can find it.” the ‘we’ be punctuated with his thought, Up.

Her eyes light up, “So eager too!”, staring at the near instantly rigid mammoth meat stick now waving in front of her. “Sure is pretty big!”, she pulled him slowly into the shower.

John’s head broke a bit, “Pretty big?”, his muscle being rubbed up and down by her tiny hands.

“Well yeah, you could prolly do porn for sure. But it’s not the biggest I’ve seen.”, she said as a matter of fact. Which kinda upset John.

My dick is the perfect size for my partner and will resize to each. He thought, feeling the warmth again in his junk. It surged forward another 2 and half inches and a sizable bit of girth, poking against her now in its throbs.

“Oh I stand corrected, just had to get you more excited! You are too good to your Sis! Now gimme that dick!” They said now much more excitedly. They hoped up onto his chest, rubbing her slit against his throbbing tool. His hand moved up under knees then pinned her against the wall. Her legs shimmied over his shoulders as he teased at her folds. Slowly once he’d made entry, he **** himself in her completely. Eliciting a shriek as over a foot railed the air from her lungs.

He was pushed against her so closely, he could feel her stomach being pushed into his from his thrusts. Fully to the hilt, no build up, Jennifer’s face simply an affixed ‘O’. Her clench hadn’t finished the near the continuous stream of cum as she drenched his tool.

He felt his balls tighten, he groaned. Not wanting to get his sister pregnant, he pulled out, his meat slapping her stomach before erupting cup after cup warm sticky cum.