This is a print version of story Rooming with my s****r by tcg from xHamster.com

Rooming with my s****r

I was in a bind. My roommate had just dropped out of school and was leaving. He had lasted only one month in college. Now I would be stuck with all that rent, which was an expense I couldn't afford. I also knew I couldn't turn to my parents for help. They were struggling to make ends meet as it was. They lived on a farm back home. Dad did the farming, but he also fixed cars and did a little welding on the side. Mom was the typical farmers wife. She cooked. She cleaned. She basically did what she could to make dad happy. Then there's my s****r Becky. She lives back in our hometown as well, but with her boyfriend Doug. She works full time at the bank and does what she can to help mom and dad out on her days off.

I had tried to find another roommate, but by that time in the semester, everyone had found a place to live. I wasn't getting any phone calls in response to the fliers I posted around campus. In desperation, I called home with the hopes that my parents would be able to sc**** together enough money to help me with the rent for this month.

Dad answered the phone. Instead of telling me for the millionth time how money was tight, he put mom on the phone.

"We were just going to call you," mom said. "We have a favor to ask you."

That was the last thing I needed. Usually a favor meant that they wanted me to come home for the weekend and help out on the farm. Usually dad would ask me to do that, but sometimes mom would if dad was busy with something at the moment.

"Well, actually, more like your s****r has a favor to ask you," mom said. "She's here right now, and was just telling us about how the bank is closing the local branch. Some people are being let go. While others, your s****r included, are being transferred to different branches. And she's being sent to the one near your college."

My college was a good four hour drive from home. I wondered how Becky could work here if she lived there. I was starting to see that this favor had nothing to do with me coming home.

"So you see," mom continued. "She'll need a place to stay during the week. Since you have an extra room and are still in need of a roommate, we were wondering if you would let your s****r stay there."

My s****r living with me? I didn't know what to do. Becky was four years older than me. Growing up, we got along as can be expected from a b*****r and s****r. And having her around would probably cramp my style a bit. For one thing, I wouldn't be able to keep beer in the fridge. And forget about bringing a girl back here. The last thing I needed was for her to make fun of me like she used to when I had a crush on Sally Jankenson when I was fifteen.

On the other hand, she was f****y. And she would cover the other half of the rent. Not to mention that Becky was also a pretty good cook. So I would end up saving some money on having to eat out all the time.

Reluctantly, I agreed. Not knowing at the time that my choice would forever change my life.

That Sunday evening, just shortly after I got home from work at the school library, Becky showed up with a pile of clothes and some other stuff in her car. After I helped her bring her stuff in and set up in her bedroom, she checked out the kitchen. I had cleaned it as well as I could, and Becky was surprised that the place wasn't a total mess. I had also cleared out all of the beer from the fridge. I wasn't a heavy drinker, but I was in college and liked to have one now and then.

Becky took inventory of what was in the fridge and cabinets, made up a shopping list, and then headed off to the store while I sat down to do some studying. When she got back, I helped her bring the groceries in. And to my surprise, there were two cases of beer in the car.

"Becky," I asked her, "was there a sale on beer or something? This is a lot of beer for one person to drink."

"No, there wasn't a sale," she said. "I was just surprised you didn't have any beer in your fridge. Most college k**s have nothing but beer in there's. I guess you must have gotten rid of yours, huh?"

I stood there dumb faced while my s****r put a couple six packs into the fridge. She turned to look at me, smiled and said, "Just don't let mom and dad know I bought you beer. They'd have a fucking cow if they knew. And don't drink all of it. I like to have a can or two when I get home from work."

I started to think that rooming with my s****r wouldn't be so bad.

Monday afternoon I got home from school around 6pm. Becky was already there making dinner. God it felt good to come home to the smell of a home cooked meal. I dropped my books in my room and set the table. During dinner, I even had a beer with my meal. Becky had one when she got home, and she had a second while we ate.

After dinner I had to study while my s****r watched TV. I stopped to take a break and went to the kitchen to grab a beer. Just as I was closing the fridge, Becky asked me to grab her one was well. I handed it to her and sat on the couch with her. She was watching 24.

We drank out beers and then I had to get back to studying. She was in bed by the time I came out again.

The rest of the week was pretty much the same. Becky cooked dinner every night. We would have a few beers when I took a study break. Even Friday evening she cooked dinner for me before she left for home. I hadn't expected that.

She got back to the apartment Sunday night with a load of groceries and some more clothes. I helped her get everything in and went back to study while she did the laundry. I was starting to think I could get very used to this. If I started dating it could be a problem but it didn't look like that was going to happen anytime soon.

Tuesday night everything changed. About 2:30 in the morning I heard Becky scream. I rushed into her room and found an inch of water on the floor. I turned on the light and for a brief second it showed a big hole in the ceiling dripping water, then the light shorted out.

Becky was lying on the bed covered in pieces of the ceiling. I helped her get them off and we quickly got as much of her stuff out of there as we could. Fortunately, other than her bed, not much got soaked. She went to take a shower but the ceiling in her bathroom had also fallen. Water was pouring out of that hole into the tub. She went to use my shower instead.

I called the apartment manager and left a message. 'Great,' I thought, 'they won't get the message until morning,' but the maintenance guy knocked on the door twenty minutes later. He shut off the water in the vacant apartment above us and helped to clean up my s****r's room. He put a big fan in there to help dry things out.

When he left it was almost 4am. I told Becky to sl**p in my bed. I'd sl**p on the couch. She told me that was silly. The couch was too short to sl**p on. It was more like a love seat than a couch. She said I should just sl**p in my bed with her. We'd figure out more permanent arrangements the next day.

I surprised myself by falling right to sl**p when we got to bed. I didn't wake until Becky's alarm went off at 6:15. I tried to fall back to sl**p but couldn't. I just laid there.

Becky had left the bathroom door open. When she stepped out of the shower I could see her naked backside. For some reason I was fascinated. She was my s****r, for Christ's sakes. Even so, I couldn't look away as I watched her pull on her panties and hook her bra. I counted every stroke as she brushed her dirty blond hair.

I kept my eyes almost shut and pretended to be asl**p when she came into the bedroom. She picked a blouse and skirt out of the pile of clothes on the floor and a pair of pantyhose from a pile on my dresser.

She sat on the bed with her ass almost in my face while she put her pantyhose on. Then I watched her button her blouse and zip her skirt. When she sat at my desk and started to do her makeup I realized I was hard. That freaked me out.

After Becky finished her face she slipped on a pair of shoes. Before she left my room she bent over and kissed my cheek, saying "See you tonight, Drake. I hope you enjoyed the show."

Before I could respond she turned and left.

That evening when I came home, Becky acted perfectly normal. Dinner was almost done. The one thing that was different was that she was still in her work clothes. She explained that she had gotten home late and hadn't had time to change.

After dinner I went to my room to study. I was shocked when Becky came in. She said she was going to change. While I sat at my desk she stripped to her bra and panties. She pulled a pair of shorts on and searched around for a few minutes until she found a short t-shirt. I was hard again when she left.

I was starting to think my s****r was flirting with me. But that would be crazy. I mean, objectively speaking, Becky was hot. She worked out, kept her weight the same it had been in high school. Her body was nicely shaped and her face was beautiful. Any guy would love to have her in his bed, but she was my s****r. I couldn't be that guy.

That night I had to stay up late studying for a test. When I got ready for bed, Becky was already asl**p. I stripped to my underwear at the side of the bed. I was about to go to the bathroom to put my sl**p shorts on but after I took a peek at her to make sure she was still sl**ping I just dropped my underwear and put on the printed boxers I slept in.

I quietly, carefully climbed into my bed. I had just laid my head on the pillow when I heard Becky say, "Night little b*o."

The next morning I heard Becky get up. I kicked myself for it, but I couldn't help but turn over to see if she'd left the bathroom door open. She had. I waited for her to step out of the shower.

Through the door of the bathroom I again saw her naked ass standing at the mirror. She pulled some panties on but then turned around, giving me a perfect view of her breasts. They were gorgeous, big and full.

She walked into the bedroom and started digging through her clothes, which were still in piles on my floor. Several times she bent over and I saw her magnificent tits hanging from her chest, swaying gently. Of course I was rock hard by then.

When Becky laid a silk blouse and a silk skirt on her side of the bed she bent over so her tits were almost in my face. My god, I could almost have stuck my tongue out and licked her nipple. She pulled a very sexy bra off the dresser and put it on. It only covered half of her globes. She then put on a garter belt and stockings. When she attached the stockings to the garter straps she put first one foot, then the other on the bed right in front of me. I could see her thong underwear pressing into her pussy. I almost came watching that.

She put her makeup on before she put her blouse and skirt on. She sat at my desk again, but this time she was half turned so I could see her doing it. When she put her lipstick on her lips were pushed together like she was kissing the lipstick.

Finally she picked up the blouse from the bed and stood there right in front of me while she buttoned it. When she pulled her skirt up, she turned around and gave me a great view of her pretty ass as she wiggled it trying to get the very tight skirt up.

Then I almost died. With out turning around she asked, "Drake, would you pull my zipper up, please?"

Her voice was just so casual. As if she dressed in front of me every day. I reached out and pulled the zipper of her skit up. She adjusted the waist then turned around and kissed me, ON THE FRICKIN' LIPS.

"Thanks," she said, "I'll see you after school." And with that she left.

I was so horny then I had to beat myself off. I pulled my shorts off and wrapped them around my rock hard cock. I could still hear her in the kitchen when I started to stroke it. Just as I was cumming she called out, "Bye!"

When I got home that evening, Becky was in short shorts. They basically had no legs. Her top was a tank top that didn't even cover the bottoms of her boobs. She obviously didn't have bra on. Having seen her naked that morning and with her dressed in such sexy and revealing clothes I started getting hard the minute I got home. By the time we sat down for dinner my jeans were so tight it hurt.

Becky acted like nothing was unusual. I started studying after we cleared the table while she watched some reality show. I took a study break about 8:30 and got us a couple of beers. I was actually nervous when I sat on the couch next to her.

After a few minutes she put her hand on my thigh. I looked at her and saw her looking at me. After a long pause I asked, "What?"

"I just wanted to say how proud I am of you," she said, "You have grown into a fine, handsome young man. I can see how hard you are working on your classes. I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate all your hard work. It must be hard to study and work so much with so little social life."

She kept saying hard, hard, hard. And I was. Rock hard. She kept staring at me and I knew she expected a response.

"Oh, ah," I stammered, "not to, ah, hard. I just want to do good in school."

"You keep it up," she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, "and you'll do very well at everything you try. And I'm not worried about you finding someone. I know I used to tease you when we were k**s, but... Any woman in this town would be thrilled to be in your bed, any woman."

"Ah, s*s," I stammered again, "ah, thanks, I guess."

She squeezed my thigh and went back to watching the TV. I finished my beer and was getting ready to go back to the books when Becky asked me to get her another beer. I did and got one for myself. I needed one after our last encounter. When I went to hand my s****r her beer she reached for it but grabbed my hand by mistake. I fell onto the couch, my head landing in her lap.

"Are you alright?" she asked, helping me to my feet. Then she started laughing.

"What's so funny?" I asked, laughing with her.

"You didn't even spill the beers," she said, "not bad. Not bad at all."

She took a drink from her can then wrapped an arm around me and pulled my face to hers. She kissed me hard on the lips for two or three seconds. "Thanks for the beer," she said, "Now go hit those books, Einstein."

That night Becky stayed up watching a late movie. I was in bed when she came in. I sensed I should just make like I was sl**ping. While I watched through my half closed eyes, my s****r stripped off her top and shorts. She had no underwear on under her shorts so when she stripped them off I had a perfect view of her pussy. It was freshly shaved. And it was wet. I could see it glistening in the light from the bathroom. I was instantly hard.

My s****r walked to the bathroom naked. I saw her sit on the toilet and pee. Her legs were open but I couldn't see much. She wiped, washed her hands and brushed her teeth, all while completely naked.

She came back into the bedroom and put on a short nightie. It didn't even come to her waist. She then climbed into bed with no panties on.

I rolled over, still trying to act like I was sl**ping. Becky rolled up behind me, her tits pressing into my back. She put her arm over my side and whispered in my ears, "Good night, little b*****r."

That morning I again watched mom get ready for work. It seemed to me that she was taking a very long time in the shower. By the time she started getting dressed it was much later than usual. When she put her watch on she looked at it and said, "Shit, look at the time."

She was still in her bra and panties. She started to grab at clothes on the floor and toss them onto the bed. A pair of panties landed on my face. "Oh, sorry Drake," she said, "since you're up, would you be a doll and get the coffee started for me? I'm running late this morning."

I could sense the urgency in her voice and instantly got out of bed. Becky turned and smiled at me, then I saw her eyes shift down. My hard cock was sticking out of my shorts. I quickly stuffed it back in but it popped out again.

"Don't worry about that," she said smiling but not taking her eyes off it either, "just go make the coffee."

I had the coffee made and had filled her travel cup when she came out. She took a sip, smiled and kissed me. "Thanks," she said with a sly smile, "sorry I got you up. I hope it's not too hard to get back to sl**p." She kissed me again, this time it lasted a good ten seconds.

When she left I realized my cock had been hanging out of my shorts the whole time. As she put it, it was too hard to get back to sl**p. I beat off in the shower and got dressed.

That was Friday. She was gone when I got home but there was a casserole in the microwave. She'd made enough to last me the weekend. There was a note taped to the fridge.

'Got more beer, don't drink it all. Supper is in the microwave. See you Sunday night. Love, B. ps. I had a great week, thanks roomie.'

Saturday morning I had a chance to talk to the maintenance guy. He explained that they were waiting on the insurance company to authorize the repairs. It could be a few weeks.

That night after work I moved some stuff around in the apartment so Becky wouldn't have to keep her clothes on the floor. I was able to squeeze my stuff together and free up three drawers in my dresser. I moved some of my winter jackets and other heavy clothes to her closet and moved the rest of her stuff into my room.

When I got home from work Sunday afternoon, Becky was there. I hadn't expected her until that evening. I asked why she was there so early.

"I guess I just couldn't wait to get back," she said with a smile. I wasn't sure if she was joking or not. She went on, "and I figured we'd need to get things figured out here. It looks like my room won't be fixed for a while. I was going to see if they'd give us another apartment until ours is fixed, but you seem to want me to stay with you."

I kind of stammered for a while but she just smiled and said, "That's fine. I like having someone in my bed. It's so lonely to wake up by yourself."

"Now," she continued, "what are we going to do this evening? I had planned on moving or at least reorganizing my stuff. But I can see you've already taken care of that."

"I don't know," I said.

"Well, do you have a lot of studying to do?"

"No, not really."

"Would you like to go to the movies? My treat."

So we decided to go to the show. Becky changed into a tight, short dress that was very low cut, which she'd just brought from home. She even put on makeup and heels for 'our date' as she kept referring to it. She looked very sexy and nothing like my s****r when we got to the theater.

I insisted on at least buying the popcorn and drinks. She thanked me with a kiss. I was starting to get more comfortable with my s****r's behavior so when she kissed me I kissed back. That kiss lasted longer than any before and when we broke she said, "you kiss nice."

After the movie Becky suggested we order a pizza and eat at home. I called ahead and the pizza was there only minutes after we got home. Becky paid for it while I got some beer. There was a bunch of stuff she'd brought from home on the table so she cleared off the coffee table and put the pizza there. We sat on the floor to eat it.

"I'm having a great time," she said as we finished the pizza. "You've been a fun date, Drake."

"I've had fun too, s*s," I said and suddenly felt self-conscious. I'd started to forget she was my s****r.

"I haven't had pizza and beer in ages," she said, "and I loved going to the movie. We don't get much chance to do that back home, do we?"

"No," I agreed, "not since the drive in closed."

"Oh, that would have been fun," she said, "Is there a drive in around here?"

"I don't know," I told her, "I've never seen one."

"Well maybe we can find one. I have to work Saturday so I'll be staying Friday night. If you're not too busy with school and work perhaps we could go out again."

My s****r, Becky, and I spent an unbelievable week together. We slept naked every night. I got up every morning and took a shower with her, then I'd go to the kitchen, still naked of course, and make her coffee. She'd come out when she was dressed and if she had time would give me a blow job. What a way to start the day.

She was true to her word. We never fucked. I was getting anxious to try but didn't even hint I wanted to for fear of messing up the good thing I'd found myself in. The closest we came was on Thursday night. We were in bed and just going at it. I had her on her back, sucking her nipples and fingering her pussy. Becky was cumming like crazy. She pulled my head up so she could kiss me and my cock got stuck between her legs. If I'd moved my hips the right way I'm sure it would have gone in her. Instead I just backed off and said, "Oops." She just smiled and said it was ok.

Friday night we went out again. There wasn't a drive in near by so we just went to the same theater as before. Becky wore another hot dress, and this time I watched her put it on so I knew she didn't have panties on under it. That let me finger her to three or four cums during the show. She was very hot by the time we got home.

We had pizza and beer again but as soon as we'd eaten we went to bed. It was only 11:00 but Becky had to work in the morning. I did too. Still we were both too horny to just go to sl**p.

We started kissing and groping each other's naked bodies. We ended up sixty-nining with me laying on the bed and Becky smashing her bald pussy in my face while sucking on my big hard cock. We both had massive climaxes. Becky swallowed my entire load.

After that Becky turned around so we could kiss and cuddle. She was laying on me with her legs wrapped around my hips. The kissing got pretty intense and I started to get hard again. As my cock got bigger it started to nudge against her pussy. I knew that was forbidden territory but I couldn't move or say anything. Becky had to have felt it but she didn't move.

Slowly I felt the head of my cock push into her pussy. Still, my s****r didn't move. 'Was she actually going to fuck me?' I wondered. I was afraid she'd come to her senses and be mad at me so I tried to pull back by flexing my hips. My cock head popped back out and I breathed a sigh of relief. The last thing I wanted to do was screw up our arrangement.

We kept kissing and kissing. Eventually it got harder and harder to hold my hips back. I had to relax but I was scared I'd poke back into Becky's pussy. She still had her tongue down my throat preventing me from speaking. My hips just started to slip, from exhaustion I guess. My cock head slipped back in.

This time an inch or so of the shaft followed it. God, it felt great but I was so scared I couldn't enjoy it. I rested like that for a second and then with a great effort was able to pull back out. Still no reaction from Becky. This time I couldn't hold it very long at all. I tried to push Becky off but I couldn't get the leverage I needed. Suddenly my strength gave out and my cock drove deep into my s****r's pussy.

"Oh!" she cried, lifting her head up.

"Sorry!" I almost screamed, "I've been trying to pull back but I just can't hold it."

"I know," she said quietly. "We have to stop."

But Becky didn't move. My cock was still half way up her hot pussy. I just laid there afraid to move. Finally she rolled off me and my cock pulled out.

"Drake," she said, "we have to be more careful. I almost..."

"Yeah, I know," I told her, "me too."

"We can't."

"I know."

It was late so we just cuddled together and went to sl**p. The next morning we showered and left for work at about the same time. I worked in the main library and on Saturday's I worked from 9:00 to 5:30. Becky was supposed to work from 9:00 to 1:00 and then head home for the rest of weekend.

When I got off work I didn't feel like rushing home to what I expected would be an empty apartment. I normally could be home in ten or fifteen minutes but it was almost 6:10 when I turned the corner on our apartment building and saw my s****r's car still parked in her usual place. I parked next to her and rushed upstairs.

Becky was standing in the kitchen talking to her boyfriend, Doug, on the phone. I could hear only half the conversation.

"Do you think I should risk driving home on the spare?... Ok, well, then I guess I'll stay here tonight... I'll miss you too... I will. I'm sure he'll be glad to... Love you too. Bye"

"Did you have a flat," I asked her when she hung up.

"No," she said as her face broke into a smile, "but I didn't feel like driving four hours just so I could turn around tomorrow and drive back. Besides, I thought maybe you'd like to go out again."

"Sure," I said a bit too eagerly, "I mean, I haven't gotten out much since I got here."

"You know this will be our third date," she said, "Does that mean we're going steady?"

"Ah, I..." I stammered. I hadn't tried to think about our 'arrangement' dating. That would make Becky my girlfriend. I could not get over the fact that the woman in my bed every night was my s****r. "It's just hard to think about things in those terms," I said.

"Ok," she smiled, "I won't tease you. It's just that I'm having such a good time. It's like I've finally gone away to school. I probably shouldn't think about you like that, but I've never had a boyfriend like this."

"What about Doug?" I asked getting more nervous but also more fascinated to learn what she was thinking and feeling.

"Well, I've been with Doug since my first year of high school," Becky said. "I missed out on teenage dating and gave up on going to college to be with him."

I didn't know what to say. Having her talk about her and Doug's relationship was too freaky for me to take. Becky could see how uncomfortable I was so she went on.

"That's why we can't go all the way, Drake," she told me, "I don't want to cheat on him and if we can keep at least that boundary between us I can convince myself that this is just some innocent fun."

"Ok, s*s," I said, "I've accepted the ground rules. In that context we're going steady. I've had a great time."

"Me too," she said, as I finally came over to her and kissed her. We just stood there in the kitchen kissing for the longest time. God, it felt good to have her in my arms again. I'd never thought about it before but Becky smelled good, a mix of her shampoo, perfume and her natural scents. I was intoxicated every time we got this close.

"Now," I said when we finally stopped, "where do you want to go?"

"Well, I had an idea," she said, "but I'm not sure you're ready for it."

"Well then you'd better tell me what it is," I told her.

"We've gone to the movies twice and had pizza here after both times," she started her prepared sales pitch, "I was hoping for a more, well, romantic date. Perhaps a nice restaurant, a little dancing."

"I guess I could do that," I said. That surprised her, I could tell from the expression on her face. She had expected to have to talk me into it. It wasn't what I would have chosen, but she was obviously excited by the idea so I said yes.

Becky had brought a surprising number of night time outfits. This one was a black dress that showed a lot of cleavage and a lot of leg. She wore a pair of black high heeled pumps with it. Becky spent a bunch of time getting her hair and make up just right. I saw the effort she was putting in and realized how much she wanted to do this. I shaved, put on the cologne she'd gotten me for my birthday and changed into my suit.

We posed in front of the mirror on the bedroom door. We looked pretty good together. No one would even imagine she was my s****r. We took her car but she insisted I drive and went to a very nice but not too expensive restaurant.

After a wonderful meal we shared key lime pie for desert. Having Becky feed me pie was amazingly erotic. It was even better to feed her. We found a nice dance club that wasn't much of a student hangout and we danced for a while. It was a lot more fun than I had expected.

If I hadn't had to work the next day we'd have stayed out later, but we both felt the need for some alone time before we went to sl**p so at 10:00 we headed home.

She was plastered to my side while I unlocked the door of our apartment. We stumbled in and were necking on the couch instantly. Becky's dress came off as did my coat, tie, shirt and slacks leaving us both in our underwear.

I undid Becky's bra with one hand, which prompted the first words either of us had spoken since we'd come home, "You're pretty good at that." I couldn't respond because I already had a nipple in my mouth.

We necked and petted there for while but soon headed to bed, shedding the last of our clothes along the way. I had one warning before I climbed into bed, "Remember s*s, we have to be careful."

"I'll be careful," she promised, "but I need you to be strong if I get weak."

The thought that Becky wanted me all the way was almost over powering. I was counting on her to be strong. I knew we were taking a risk just getting into bed, naked and horny but by then I couldn't have stopped. Risk or no, I had to continue.

Becky soon had my cock in her mouth as my tongue searched for her clit. She was giving me a great blow job so I made sure to be just as good to her. I guess I was just hornier than her when we started since I blew my load down her throat after only a few minutes. After taking some time to collect myself I gave my s****r's pussy my total concentration.

I knelt between her legs with my head wedged between her thighs. Becky's pungent aroma filled my nostrils as I tasted her sweet nectar. My fingers were deep in her hole and my tongue was flicking her clit.

"Oh, Drake," she cried out, "that's fucking fantastic. Oh, god! Yes!"

Becky had started to cum so I redoubled my efforts, giving her more tongue and moving my fingers faster. It was so much fun to give her such explosive climaxes. She was kicking my back and screaming. Our neighbors didn't know us, fortunately, because no one above, below or beside us would mistake the sound coming from our bedroom for anything other than sex.

When Becky finally settled down I lifted my head to look at her. She was smiling the biggest smile. "I take it you liked that," I said.

"Oh, it was alright," she said then we both started giggling. I crawled up to kiss her. After that she said, "Drake, that was the most mind blowing cum I've ever had. Oh, God can you make me cum."

My cock was hard again but it was safely far away from my s****r's pussy since I had made sure not to crawl too far forward. Becky wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight. I started kissing her neck and throat as we rocked back and forth, side to side, on the bed.

After five minutes we were almost face to face and we started kissing again. Now my cock was brushing against her pussy. It wasn't close enough to go in and, God, it felt so good were it was at so I let it be.

Becky must have liked it too because I could feel her flexing her hips, making my cock head slide up and down her pussy lips. We were getting into risky territory now. If either of us moved in a way the other didn't expect my cock could easily slip in. I let Becky move so I stayed as close to perfectly still as I could as her pussy slid back and forth over my cock.

She stopped after a bit. I figured she wanted me to move now and was keeping still so I could move safely. I started to move but I couldn't move back and forth, my movements would have been in and out. Perfect for fucking but not for what we were trying to do. I settled for just bumping my cock against her pussy lips with out going in.

At first it wasn't as good as when Becky was moving but the fact that this was the exact same motion, on a smaller scale, as I would use to fuck her made it more exciting than the simple physical sensation would have been otherwise. After a few minutes we were both getting close to new orgasms.

Then the phone rang. It shocked both of us. I jerked and Becky did too and the next thing I knew I was balls deep in her pussy. We stared open eyed at each other for a second. Then the phone rang again. Becky tried to reach for it, turning and reaching over her head for the phone. As she did my cock slid half way out.

But Becky couldn't get the phone. I reached over to get it and as I did I slid all the way back in.

"Hello," I said, trying my hardest to control my voice.

"Drake," Doug said, "where were you two? I called earlier."

"Oh," I said trying to pull out but I couldn't do that and keep my voice even so I just stayed there, "we went out to eat and then I, ah, I mean, we went shopping."

"Ok," he said, "put your s****r on."

I handed the phone to Becky and finally climbed off her, slowly pulling my cock out of her wet pussy. She put her hand over the phone and softly said, "It's ok. It's ok."

She sat on the edge of the bed and I sat next to her. I couldn't hear Doug's voice but what I heard Becky say was pretty shocking.

"No," she said putting her hand on my leg, "he's in his room and the door's shut."

"Ok," she went on wrapping her hand around my hard cock, "just close your eyes. Imagine that it's my hand. I'm kneeling between your legs."

Oh, god! I finally realized that Doug had called to have phone sex with Becky. If hearing that wasn't enough she was doing to me what she was describing to him. My s****r got off the bed and knelt between my legs.

"I'm feeling your balls," she said as her hand cupped my sack. "They feel heavy. You must need me bad. Do you want me to suck you? Tell me how bad you need me while I suck your cock."

Becky started to suck my cock while her boyfriend talked to her on the phone. Every few seconds she'd pull her mouth off me and say "Hmmm!" or "Is this good?" into the phone.

Pretty soon I was getting close to a fresh cum. Becky was working my cock hard now. Suddenly she stopped and talked to Doug, "Are you ok now, Doug? I miss you too. Sure, we can do it again. If you want I'll call you tomorrow night. Now get to sl**p so you can get up for work tomorrow."

Becky hung up the phone and went back to blowing my cock. In a matter of minutes I was shooting into her mouth.

"s*s," I said shortly after my last spurt went down her throat, "I'm sorry about when the phone rang and..."

"I understand," she comforted me, "it was an accident. We just got a little too close and, well, it was my fault as much as yours."

Becky climbed back onto the bed and we wrapped our arms around each other. There was a long, uncomfortable pause. Finally Becky broke the silence.

"God, Drake," she said, "that was so naughty, but I almost came just from hearing him and sucking you."

"Well, I can't leave you hanging like that," I said as I knelt on the floor. Becky eagerly spread her legs giving me excellent access to her pussy. Two fingers went up her hole and my tongue and lips took care of her clit. Soon I had my s****r screaming again.

"OH DRAKE!" she started, "OH GOD!! YES! OH FUCK! YES! OH!! OH!"

Something in me made me say, "I love you s*s!"

She smiled down at my messy face and said, "I love you too, little b*****r."

I had to work the next morning so we were done for the night. I washed my face and joined Becky in bed. We shared a short good night kiss before we laid front to back with my arm over her side and fell to sl**p.

I woke early the next morning. My s****r was still sl**ping. I just laid there for a few minutes thinking about the night before. My cock had been in Becky's pussy for almost a minute while we were sorting out the phone. God, it had felt so good. The memory had my cock stirring to life.

I was behind Becky who was still laying on her side. My cock started to push against her butt. I got scared and pulled back.

"You're ok," Becky said in a sl**py voice, "you're no where near it. Just slide it between my legs."

I did as my s****r requested and soon felt her pussy juices lubricating the make shift passage. I had to be closer than she said. It wasn't as good as being in her, but it was the next best thing. I could almost imagine myself fucking her this way. From what I heard from Becky she was imagining the exact thing.

"Oh, Drake!" she said, "Fuck me like that. Oh, Fuck! Fuck me, Drake! OH! Yes!"

I felt Becky's fingers. She was diddling herself. I figured that's why she said it was safe, she was covering her hole. That gave me a lot more confidence and I started to thrust harder.

"Oh, Yes!" she said, "That's perfect! I feel it so close! Oh, Drake! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

Hearing those words from my s****r's lips was fucking amazing. I shifted my hips to get a better angle to thrust from.

My cock was pushed harder against Becky's fingers. They were wet with her juices and my shaft slid easily over them. She split her fingers and wrapped them around my shaft. Oh, was that special. Now it really did feel like I was in her.

"Oh, God! That's so fucking good," my dear sweet s****r said as I rammed my cock between her legs. "Just be careful, b*o. You're getting pretty close."

I was too far gone to stop now. I was all but fucking her and she loved the shit out of it. I was starting to have second thoughts about our agreement, but I wouldn't do that to her.

My cock caught on something. Becky jerked. I must have gotten stuck between her pussy lips. That was too close. Way to close. I pulled back and tried a different angle. I slid back easier, clear of danger. Her fingers searched out my cock again and guided it back. Hopefully I was now in a safe place. I had to trust her.

I doubled my thrusting. I was very close. So was Becky. She was pushing back as much as I was thrusting forward. We both came at the same time. My cock was spewing cum all over her pussy.

When I pulled back, Becky laid flat on the bed and spread her legs. I could see my cum dripping down her slit. It was a sight I knew I'd never forget.

"I have to go," I said, with great sadness. "I have to be at work in thirty minutes."

"I know," Becky told me with a very contented smile on her lips, "I'll be waiting for you to get home."

I rushed through a shower and got dressed. Becky just laid on the bed watching me. I got her a wash cloth and she wiped my cum off. As I rushed out the door I turned and said, "I love you Becky."

"I love you too, Drake," I heard as I left.

I couldn't say good bye that way, not after the night before and this morning. I went back and gave my s****r a big kiss. I'd probably be late but I just had to kiss her.

"Go," she said, "before I pull you back in here and fuck you crazy."


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