Sister Act

After a well-deserved nap, I stretched lazily and blinked at the sunlight filtering through the curtains. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, and I noticed a text message from my sister, Heather. She was two years my junior and had just wrapped up her second year in college on a volleyball scholarship, her athletic prowess earning her a spot in a competitive program. We hadn't seen much of each other lately, our interactions limited to holiday gatherings and birthday calls, as my own academic pursuits had taken me far from home and into a whirlwind of responsibilities. While it wasn't entirely unexpected to hear from her, it was a pleasant surprise nonetheless.

The message read:

"Hey bro! How have you been? I'm looking for something different to do this summer and need a break to let off some steam after school. Since you have Aunt Emily's place, Mom and Dad suggested I might be able to stay with you for a while. What do you think?"

I replied, imagining her sitting in her dorm room, surrounded by volleyball gear and textbooks:

"Hi Heather! It's good to hear from you. I'd love to see you this summer, and a visit sounds great, but I need to warn you, this place is a bit... different."

She shot back almost instantly, her curiosity piqued:

"Different? What's that supposed to mean? I just need a place to relax and don't feel like being stuck with Mom and Dad all summer."

I hesitated before typing my response, knowing I had to prepare her for the unique atmosphere of the town:

"OK. This town is VERY liberal. The attitude towards sex, in particular, is very open and different from what you're used to, and you may find it a bit shocking. If you still want to come, I'll send you a visitor's pass."

Her reply came with a playful tone:

"Ha! I just spent two years in college with coed dorms and showers. I don't think your town will be a shock to my system."

I smirked, recalling my own initial surprise upon moving here, but reassured her:

"You'd be surprised, but no problem. I'll send you a pass today."

"Thanks bro! Can't wait."

After a quick call to Cheryl, the town's welcoming committee chair, I arranged for Heather's visitor's pass to be sent out. We set her arrival date for the following week. I mulled over how best to introduce her to the town's unique culture, deciding to lay out the basic rules but let her experience it firsthand, much like I had. I busied myself prepping the guest room, fluffing pillows and setting out fresh towels, eager for her arrival.

A week later, right on schedule, my phone buzzed with a text from Heather: “Hey bro. That was a helluva orientation! I'm ready to be picked up.” I pulled out of my driveway with a familiar mix of anticipation and curiosity and drove toward the town hall. As soon as I arrived, I parked and watched the glass doors swing open. Heather burst out like a firecracker—her long legs propelling her forward with energetic grace. Even in the bright daylight, I couldn’t help but notice that she was taller than me, nearing six feet tall.

Heather’s new look was striking. She wore ultra-tight blue spandex volleyball shorts that molded to her athletic hips, and a white midriff-baring t-shirt that clung snugly over her moderately sized breasts, drawing attention to the small, glinting navel piercing. Her medium-length chestnut hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail, and a rosy flush painted her cheeks as if stirred by the autumn air.

“Hey,” I greeted, matching my light tone with genuine curiosity. “How was your orientation?”

She hesitated a beat, her voice softening into a blush. “Intense. Is all of that stuff really true?”

I nodded, leaning against the car door as I tried to mask my own growing familiarity with this peculiar world. “Very true. This is a special place and I’m still getting used to it. So, who did your orientation?”

Her eyes flickered uncertainly. “Ummm… Cheryl,” she admitted, almost whispering.

A teasing smile tugged at my lips as I recalled my own experience. “Cheryl was very thorough during mine.”

Heather’s confession came out in a rush, flushed with vulnerability and excitement. “Yeah. I’m a little embarrassed to admit it, but Cheryl… she ate me out and it was fantastic. I still don’t know why I said yes when she asked, because I’ve never really been into girls. My friends and I have kissed a few times when we were drunk at parties, but I’ve never been with another woman like that.”

All I could manage was an incredulous, “Oh?” as I tried to process the vivid details of her words while our car rolled up to the house.

“It was kinda great,” she murmured as we pulled into the driveway.

Once parked, I led her inside, offering a warm tour of the house. I pointed out the polished kitchen counters where a bowl of fresh fruit sparkled, the neat bathroom with its gleaming tiles, and her guest room, softly lit and inviting, each detail meticulously arranged to make her feel at home. After I handed her a tall glass of cool, Eden Valley spring water, she excused herself for a shower.

As I lingered in the hallway, I paused to ask if she needed anything, but was instead met with a symphony of sounds drifting from the bathroom. The splashing water mingled with moans that grew increasingly urgent, each sound affirming that the effect of the Eden Valley water was in full ****. I closed my eyes and let my imagination paint a stark picture of the earlier encounter with Cheryl—Heather’s lithe body, her tight stomach and firm ass, and those pert curves accentuated by the fabric of her t-shirt as she confidently climbed into my car. The imagery was visceral, every detail igniting sensory memories, until Haether’s sighs became too enticing to ignore.

Unable to temper the rising heat of desire, I fought against the pull to join her in that steamy chaos. Instead, rational thought—or perhaps the promise of Eden Valley’s notorious reputation for unbridled passion—pushed me toward a more available distraction. With a painfully insistent rigidity, I excused myself and headed next door to Jan and Melissa’s house. When I stepped through the patio door at the back, I was greeted by the sight of Jan in the living room, stretched out in post-run recovery, the soft light catching droplets of perspiration on her skin, hinting at the potential for a night of reckless abandon.

She looked up at me from between her legs, her face flushed with excitement. "Well, hello there, Sam," she purred, her voice throbbing with anticipation. I could see the damp spot on her yoga pants, evidence of her arousal. I walked up behind her, grabbed her pants, and pulled them down, revealing her glistening, bare pussy. I freed my cock and slid into her, feeling her warm, wet walls envelop me.

"Fuck, Sam," she moaned, her voice dripping with lust. "Give it to me. Fill me up." She rubbed her clit, grinding back against me, taking me deeper. Her body trembled with a quick, intense orgasm, but I wasn't ready to finish. I had been craving this, craving the carnality.

I pulled out, my cock coated in her juices. I stripped her completely, her hard nipples begging for my touch. I pinched and rolled them between my fingers, my tongue exploring her mouth. She pushed me back onto the couch, her small hand wrapping around my throbbing cock. She leaned down, her tongue swirling around my shaft, but I needed more.

I lifted her, impaling her on my cock. She cried out, her legs wrapping around me as we fucked furiously. I grabbed her waist, using her like a toy, her tight, wet pussy sliding up and down my shaft. I flipped her onto her back, her knees pulled in tight, and pounded into her, her body convulsing with multiple orgasms.

With a final roar, I pulled out, my hot cum spraying onto her tits and face. I slid back into her, my cock slowly softening. Exhausted, I rolled onto my back, Jan's mouth cleaning our mixed juices from my cock.

"Fuck, Sam," she panted, a giggle in her voice. "You've always been a good lay, but today was something else."

"I needed that, Jan," I admitted, my breath slowly returning to normal. "My sister just got into town. Her story about her orientation with Cheryl... it gave me ideas. I needed a release."

Jan's eyes sparkled with understanding. "Send her over tomorrow," she suggested. "We'll give her a proper welcome."

I left Jan, my body sated but my mind racing. I found my sister sleeping, her body barely covered in tiny shorts and a thin tank top. My cock twitched at the sight. I closed her door, my mind filled with thoughts of what tomorrow might bring.