Little Sister Sleep Over

by Brooklyn Mayflower

  Little Sister Sleep Over

  by Brooklyn Mayflower

  Copyright © 2018 by Giovanni Romano

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  Disclaimer

  Characters in this book who engage in sexual acts are consenting adults. Characters are not based on real persons. No intention is being made to encourage any action which is unlawful. This story is a work of fiction. Please have sex responsibly, legally and safely.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1 – My Adopted Sister

  Chapter 2 – A Sister or a Wife?

  Chapter 3 – Nightfall

  Chapter 1 – My Adopted Sister

  “Guys, I have take this call,” Mark said as he took his finger off of the band saw. “Justin, you take over. Hopefully, we can finish framing the house by the end of the day.” “Sure thing boss,” came the reply.

  Mark had already tapped the screen to pick-up the call but hadn’t put the phone to his head until he walked a good ways away from the noisy electric saw, opened the door to his truck and got in.

  “Hello? Hello?” came the sound of a familiar female voice as he put the phone to his ear. “Yes, I’m here. What do you need this time Annie?” Mark said. His voice was coated with disappointment and annoyance.

  “Geesh, that’s no way to talk to your sister.” “Yeah, but I just figure you’re calling me to ask for something.” Ever since Mark’s construction business took off, it seemed there was no end to the amount of money he had spent on his little sister. A new refrigerator, microwave, washer and dryer, and heck, why not toss in a dishwasher? Annie was always dating jobless scummy guys that didn’t have two pennies to rub together. Perhaps that was it—the fact that he was always helping her out but he didn’t get anything in return from his adopted sister.

  “I’m not calling to ask you for anything.”

  “Oh really?” The sound of disbelief in Mark’s voice was thick.

  “Well, I don’t need money or noth’n. I just wanted to ask if I could stay at your house for a while.”

  “Don’t you have a place of your own?” Mark wondered what kind of drama Annie had gotten herself into now. “Well, it’s just that…it’s just that I broke up with Gary, and…well…he’s kinda stalkerish.” Gary was her latest two-bit loser boyfriend who had been in out of prison for breaking and entering and stealing cars. A real winner. “I just figured that if I stay with you for a few weeks, then it’ll be easier for him to just move on,” she continued. “Doubtful,” Mark replied, starting to imagine he’d probably have to put the guy’s head through a panel of drywall to get him to leave his sister alone, but there could be some benefits to Annie staying over.

  A few years ago, when she had turned 18, lost her virginity and then started to get the hunger to ride as many cocks as she could get her hands on, she had almost ridden his—almost. One day when their mother was away, he went into her room right before she was going to bed, fully intending to talk to her about staying away from all these loser boys she’d been dating. He honestly didn’t have anything sexual in mind but as she laid there and listened—with him sitting on the floor, and his back leaned against the bed—he started to feel her shift around and squirm in the bed.

  “Are you listening to me?” “Yes,” she had answered. “What are you doing moving around so much?” The next words that came out of her mouth were completely unexpected. Without hesitation, Annie responded, “I’m masturbating.”

  What?

  He didn’t say it, he just thought it. He was utterly shocked, but her response simultaneously gave him an immediate erection. Why she was playing with herself while he was trying to tell her not to spread her legs for idiots and losers, didn’t cross his mind. Instead, he just turned, knelt next to her bed and pulled the blanket up to see if she was just making a joke.

  Sure enough, she was laying there on her stomach in her long cotton nightie shirt, legs bare, and her ass in the air just a bit to accommodate room for her hand to be under her. Mark pulled her nightie shirt up to reveal her big round ass, and with her legs spread slightly, he could now see her fingers working her little pussy. Mark reached to set a hand on the back of his sister’s leg, just below her ass—too overwhelmed to just reach for her pussy.

  Granted, she was adopted, but she was still his little sister.

  It was strange to touch her with sexual intent. Sure, he’d touched her hand, patted her on the back, gave her hugs and had kissed her on the cheek a thousand times as any normal brother and sister would, but to place his hand on the smooth warm flesh of her leg, with every intention of eventually moving his hand to the moist lips of her vagina—that was an entirely different story. No sexual encounter had ever been like this—it was electric, entrancing—it was taboo.

  How was she so okay with this though? After all, she didn’t know she was adopted and had no idea that they really weren’t related—even though no one in the family but her had red hair. Mom had always told her that her fiery hair was just a gene that had emerged from a great-great-great-grandfather who, of course, they didn’t have a picture of because he had lived so long ago. Mark was 8 years old when she was adopted, so he had to be repeatedly reminded never to tell her that she wasn’t his “real” sister. Of course, over the years, that’s who she really was to him—and he loved his sister.

  “Come on touch me,” she begged.

  The shock, the awkwardness, it all disappeared with his sister’s words of encouragement. Mark placed his left hand on her ass, rubbed and squeezed, savoring the strange experience of touching his little sister. Still kneeling by her bedside, he moved his right hand up the back of leg until his fingers brushed up against her pussy and he could feel her fingers going to work on her clitoris. She was already quite wet as he began to moisten his fingers with her natural lubrication, enjoying how it felt to explore what the soft pronounced pussy lips of his sister felt like. He inserted two fingers into her and was loving every minute of it—straining his eyes to see Annie’s nakedness in the darkness of the room.

  His little sister’s pussy was so silky, soft, wet and warm—he wanted to taste her. Mark leaned over and kissed her behind her knee, dragging the tip of his tongue up the back of her leg, periodically giving her little kisses. As he kissed her round bare ass, she reached for the bulge in his pants.

  “Pull it out,” she said softly.

  Mark took his hands off her for a moment and unzipped his pants. Annie turned over to lay on her back, her nightie still up to her belly button. A little patch of red pubic hair was cut short and neatly trimmed—other than that her vulva was shaved clean. Annie reached for her brother’s dick with her right hand, as Mark reached for her pussy with his—again inserting two fingers into her. In and out, she was dripping wet. He leaned in over her; he had to taste her. He brought his tongue to her clitoris just as he inserted his pinkie into her—now three fingers worked the wet warmth of his sister’s pussy.

  She squirmed and shuttered as he enjoyed licking her clit with swirls of his tongue. Annie’s grip on his cock tightened, and her strokes became more earnest, like she really wanted to milk the cum right of her big brother. Mark wasn’t even imagining plunging his dick into her, as he was relishing the electric tingle of licking his little sister’s pussy, but Annie cut the moment short.

 
; “Get on the bed with me,” she said, releasing his cock and scooting to the foot of the bed. She patted her hand near the wet spot where she had lain. With a little disappointed he did as she requested, climbing onto the bed and laying down. Annie straddled him and began to rub her pussy on his shaft. Mark reached for her breasts. “God,” he said, at the overwhelming pleasure in the taboo of touching his sister’s big soft breasts. This wasn’t enough though. He took one hand off her breast, grabbed hold of his cock, and tried to point it directly at the opening of her pussy as she was grinding back and forth on it.

  “No, no,” Annie responded, almost panicking. “We can’t have sex; you're my brother. We can just do it like this.” She meant she would just rub her pussy back and forth on his hard shaft, but didn’t actually want penetration.

  He wanted to fuck her so badly he almost told her the truth: she wasn’t even related to him; she was adopted. Of course, he couldn’t do that, as it would devastate her. But after all this, why wouldn’t she just go for everything and let him fuck her?

  She rode him for a little bit longer, rubbing her pussy back and forth violently on his dick, but never letting it inside her. Finally, she came, soaking his pants. Then without warning, she almost lept off of him and went into the restroom. Mark bolted after her.

  “What are you doing?” he asked as he reached for her hips, pulling her ass toward his still erect penis. She bent over, but not to receive him. She ran the water and splashed it on her face. “I’m sorry, I can’t…we shouldn’t have….I’m sorry,” she said.

  Mark backed off, and that was it. Clearly she was filled with regret and shame, and so not to make her feel worse, from then on he pretended like that night had never happened.

  “Okay, you can come and stay at my place,” Mark finally said into the phone. “Oh, thank you so much big brother,” came Annie’s response. She knew he was going to say yes because there really wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for his sister if she just asked.

  “I have to get back to work. This house isn’t going to build itself. The key is under a rock behind the…”

  Annie cut him off, “I know where it is silly. You’ve told me a million times.”

  Indeed, he had told her a million times, half-heartedly hoping she would arrive in the middle of the night, get the key, climb the stairs and he would wake up to his little sister sucking his cock.

  Okay, it was more than a half-hearted fantasy; there was never any experience as pleasing as that time he was able to touch his sister as a lover would. Mark wasn’t even into redheads, and while Annie was a pretty girl, he never thought she was the hottest girl he had ever laid eyes on. There was just something about touching her—doing something so sinfully forbidden, as touching the lips of his little sister’s pussy, or squeezing her big breasts.

  “I’ll see you when I get off work,” Mark said, “I love you,” then he hung up the call.

  Chapter 2 – A Sister or a Wife?

  Mark had planned on spending an extra hour or two on the job site but he couldn’t keep his mind off the idea of Annie staying with him. Instead, he only stayed 30 minutes beyond his usual schedule. He couldn’t keep getting a hard-on at the thought of his sister walking around his house in PJs or a silky robe, sitting close to her and watching movies, or perhaps even cracking the bathroom door open to get a glimpse of her in the shower. He had the thought of just relieving his tension by going into the porta-John at the job site, but that would only postpone the inevitable.

  “Guys, I’m call’n it. I gotta go home. My sister is dealing with some shit,” he told his employees. A few of the guys nodded or shook their head with a look of understanding. He had shared a few stories of the terrible guys she had dated, so they knew all too well that Annie was a handful. Rusty, a mountain of a guy from North Carolina, blurted out, “Sisters…can’t live with ‘em, can’t escape all their damn drama.”

  “Yeah, you got that right Rus,” Mark responded, but he had finished the line in his head with a twist of his own: sisters…can’t live with them, can’t fuck ‘em.

  But now she was going to live with them—well, stay with him for a short while anyway. Maybe he could actually seduce his little sister if he had enough time alone with her? He had fantasized several times that if he could convince her to go all the way with him, and not feel any shame about it, that he could get her to live with him. No one would have to know their secret. He could tell her that she was adopted—that they weren’t really related—then they could openly date.

  No, he couldn’t do that. He had made a promise to Mom and Dad never to tell her. She was his little sister—his little Annie.

  But gosh, what would it be like to be able to have sex with her anytime he wanted? He imagined grabbing her round ass as she bent over to pull laundry out of the dryer. Rubbing her, grabbing her hips, pulling her skirt up and pounding his sister’s little fiery-red pussy. He dreamed of what it would be like to wake up next to her and be able to bury his face in her panties, then pull them aside and lick her until she awakened. He imagined taking a shower with sister, running his soapy hands all over her body. Mark’s cock was so hard it felt like it was going to burst through his jeans.

  After almost an hour drive, just on the outskirts of the city, he finally pulled into the driveway. His erection ached and screamed at him to be released, but this time he wanted to take hold of his sexual excitement and channel it into the courage to seduce his little Annie. He glanced down at the bulge of his pants, pulled the waistline forward, to grab hold of his cock, pulling it straight up to hide it behind his belt and untucked shirt. He couldn’t very well walk into the house with an obvious erection, but as he made the adjustment, he noticed a small wet spot just to the left of his zipper.

  “Damnit.”

  So much pre-cum had dripped out his dick that it soaked through his boxer briefs, all the way into the fabric of his jeans. Hopefully, she wouldn’t notice, and if she did he’d just play it off with a joke that he had a hole in his lip when he was drinking from his coffee thermos.

  …or maybe he should just tell her, “It’s because I’ve been thinking about my beautiful little sister for the past three hours.”

  No, he couldn’t do that.

  Mark grabbed his coffee thermos and lunchbox and walked toward the front door. He had designed and built the place to look like a cabin in the woods, but at two stories, eight bedrooms, a pool out back, a four-car garage, an expansive living room, finished basement with a bar and pool table, this was as his little mansion in the woods. It was a testament to his success, having worked his way up from a young man with little more than a beat-up pickup truck to now being responsible for building most of the homes in the city.

  Why didn’t his sister use him as an example for the kind of guy to date and marry? Heck, he had even tried to offer her to Rusty, but Rus wasn’t the kind of guy to get married. Neither was Mark if truth be told. “I’m sorry Mark, she’s a pretty girl and all, but I’m not the type to settle down,” Rus had told him. Somewhere deep down he was glad Rusty wasn’t interested, and somewhere in his mind, he was strangely happy his sister hadn’t yet found a decent man to marry.

  He was her loving brother, and no one was more fit to take care of his little sister than him.

  As he opened the front door, a subtle pleasant aroma entered his nostrils. Mark made his way to the kitchen, his hard-on sticking straight up, secured against his stomach by his belt, and hidden by his shirt. As he walked closer the smell of food became more powerful. Annie loved to cook and Mark loved her food, albeit sometimes she would add a little too much salt to her recipes, but she beamed so much when she cooked for everyone for Thanksgiving or a family gathering, that he never criticized her dishes.

  “Watcha making?” Mark asked. Without turning around she cheerfully replied, “Zuppa tuscana.”

  “I don’t think I’ve ever had that,” Mark said, setting his coffee thermos on the counter just behind her.

  “Oh, sure you
have,” Annie said, “Remember when you said, “Annie, this is the best soup I’ve ever tasted.” She had deepened her voice trying to imitate Mark. “Yeah, I remember,” laughing at her impression of him. “Okay, that was zuppa tuscana,” she said, still not turning around.

  Mark looked at her, admiring her—wanting to get closer to her. She was wearing tight thin light-grey yoga pants and a white tank-top. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail that looked like a flame running down her back, almost touching the crack of her gorgeous round ass. She was 5’8”, a pretty average height for a girl, but her breasts were big and beautiful—no doubt pale, with pink nipples—or so he imagined. That time so many years ago he had never actually gotten to see her bare breasts, but just fondled them through the fabric of her nightie shirt.

  Mark walked up to her, purposefully getting so close to her that his erection pressed against her. He craned his head forward over her right shoulder and kissed her on the cheek. “I’m happy to see you,” he said, intentionally leaving his dick pressed against her big soft buttcheek—daring to test the limits—wanting her to know her big brother wanted to taste more than his little sister’s food.