A Visit from Beth
'I'm your baby sister but you don't have to treat me like a baby, or a sister'
I hadn’t seen my sister in several months and we were getting caught up.
Since I moved from home we’ve only seen each other twice a year but now
that she had graduated from community college she had time to visit.
She was on her second night of a one week stay.
I left home 5 years earlier and managed to get a job as a fireman in
Reno. My sister who is six years younger than me came to visit because
she wanted to try life without our parents looking over her shoulder
every time she breathed. She told me that even being alone for the 300
mile drive from there to here was liberating. I rent a small apartment
and she was welcome as the morning sun in my place. The first night she
stayed she crashed on my fold out couch. She was sleeping soundly when I
left for work and I watched her as she slumbered.
Beth, that’s her name, is drop dead gorgeous. She’s about five-seven and
weighs maybe 120. Her medium brown hair normally falls in long thick
waves to the middle of her back but that morning it was splayed across
the pillow she cuddled. She was lying on her side, one leg resting over
the top of the blanket, her pajama pants were pulled up above her knee,
half her thigh was visible in the morning light. The leg looked smooth,
long, lean and pretty fucking sexy. Her hazel eyes were hidden behind
closed lids but when they were open, they sparkled with delight and a
lust for life. As I went out the door I was thinking thoughts about my
sister that I shouldn’t. I wondered briefly if she was virgin and what
it would be like to find out.
That night when I got back Beth cooked a nice dinner then we went out on
the town. I took her to a casino and club where we enjoyed some music
and she got to dance with a couple of guys. It was still early when we
got back to my place and neither of us was ready to go to bed. She
dropped her coat on a chair, kicked her shoes into a corner then asked
me for a beer, I said "No, you’re only 19, you can’t drink.”
Beth cocked her head to one side and asked “How old were you when you first got drunk?”
“15 if I remember right.”
She smiled and retorted, “So don’t lecture me about under aged drinking,
get me a beer” then opened the door to my small patio and sat herself
in a deck chair. I pulled two bottles of brew out of the fridge and
headed out to join her. On the way to the patio I grabbed two shot
glasses and a bottle of Jose Cuervo. If she wanted a beer then I’d be a
good host and offer her a tequila chaser to go with it.
The sky was clear and the moon was just past full. Shards of moonbeams
filtered through the branches of a large pine tree and bathed her hair
with shimmering silver highlights and collected in the pools of her
shining eyes. As I handed her the beer it struck me again how my little
sister had grown into a pretty and sexy young woman. I had a flash of
envy thinking of the lucky bastards she would let close to her.
About the time we got settled down I heard a knock on my door, followed
by the doorbell, I struggled out of my chair to see who was disturbing
my peace. One of my friends from the station had stopped by to see if I
wanted to go clubbing, I told him no, I had company. About that time
Beth came up behind me, put one hand on my shoulder, rested her cheek on
the hand and said “hi”. He stared at her, a slow smile of understanding
crept across his face as he said to me, “Sorry to have bothered you,
I’ll leave you and your girlfriend alone.” I didn’t bother to tell him
she was my sister as he turned to leave. Beth and I went back to our
beers.
The first bottles were empty so I got two more and set them on the
table. Before I opened them I asked my sister if she wanted a shot of
tequila, “I’ve never tasted it” she admitted.
I grabbed the bottle, poured two shots saying “Then you have to try.”
She picked up her glass, I took mine and said “Don’t sip it” then tilted
the glass to my lips and swallowed the burning fluid in one gulp. Beth
watched me then threw her head back and sucked down her shot.
Her reaction was great; I had to laugh as she gasped for air, tears
formed in the corner of her eyes. She coughed once then caught her
breath “Holy crap that burns!” She sat back in her chair, looked at me,
then smiled. “That was good. Give me another.”
After the second shot we went back to the beer which soothed the heat in
our throats. I noticed that Beth was beginning to rock slightly in her
chair, little sister was getting tipsy. We talked for another hour and
hit the beer and tequila steadily. By the time the moon had crossed over
our heads we were both well on the way to being drunk. I was telling
her about my job and the people I worked with when she asked me about
the guy at my door earlier. “He’s kinda cute, is he married?” she
quizzed. By this she was blurring her words, the beer and shots had
thickened her tongue.
“No, not married; he’s seeing a dancer from one of the casinos.”
“A dancer, then he must like nice legs. Dancers have nice legs. Did I
tell you I dance too? I studied choreography in school.” Beth was
throwing random thoughts together, trying to keep the conversation
going. “Put on some music, I’ll show you.”
She stood; wavering slightly she began to step around the patio to music
in her head. I asked her what she wanted to hear then went to find a
disk and slipped it into my player. The music started and Beth began to
move, her body flowing and flexing with the strong beat of the music.
I stared at her while she gyrated around the deck, she was good. She was
slender, slinky and every twist and turn of her body showed me just how
sexy she was. I flashed back to that morning when I saw her naked leg
and again wondered what it would be like to test her virtue.
The music ended so she sat back down and poured us another shot. We
downed it in one swift toast and kicked back again. She took the
conversation back to my friend, “Why does he think I’m your girlfriend?”
“He knows that women stay here sometimes.”
“Do you have a steady girl?” she wanted to know.
“I see someone named Kit more than others.”
“Kit? -- Kit? Like in Kitten?” she grinned lopsidedly, “Here Kitty
Kitty, come here little Kitten let me pet your furry Pussy. What would
it be like to be your girlfriend? What do you do with them?”
“I do what any man does with a girlfriend, I fuck them and they like
it.” The alcohol was loosening my grip on proper etiquette with a
younger sister.
Beth didn’t flinch at my scandalous statement; she just inquired “Is she a dancer too? Does she have nice legs? You like legs?”
“She has great legs, and they go all the way from the floor to her ass
which is really fucking hot. I like long shapely legs better than big
tits. A girl can have small tits and I don’t care as long as she has a
good ass, hips and shapely legs.”
Beth stood up “You wanna see my legs? I have nice legs.” She twisted
open the waist button of her pants, pulled down the zipper and dropped
them to the floor. In just a couple of seconds she stood facing me with
her slacks around her ankles. “See, I jog and dance which keep my legs
tight.”
Before I could even react she stepped out of the pile of cloth at her
feet and turned away from me, “I have a great ass too.” She put her
hands on the black silk panties that covered her butt cheeks and
smoothed them down to the back of her thighs. “Don’t cha think?” She
bent slightly forward which stuck her butt closer to me and shimmied her
hips, causing her cheeks to ripple and vibrate.
Beth straightened up then sat back down on her chair and took another
sip of beer and said more to herself than me, “I have nice legs and
butt.” She didn’t have to repeat that, I’m not blind. From the waist
down, she was as hot as any girl I’d had the pleasure of, my cock
noticed too. It woke up from its slumber and filled about half way with
awareness.
My next thought was ‘how far would she go?' so I asked her if she had
boobs that looked as good as her butt. She smiled wickedly, “You want to
see my tits? You just said you don’t care about tits.” There was no
hesitation at all. Her fingers flew up the front of her blouse freeing
buttons as they went. She shrugged it off and tossed it on top of the
pants then turned in the chair and said “Unhook me.” I unclasped her bra
with two fingers, she pulled it off her arms and tossed it aside and
turned back to me. I looked at her breasts in the pale moonlight and my
cock rose to full glory behind the barrier of my Levis. She didn’t have
large pendulous tits, they were perfect softball sized mounds of firm
flesh tipped with light brown circles of skin. As I watched, her nipples
thickened and stood in the cool air. She smiled, “Honest opinion?”
“You have a fantastic body. Are you still a virgin?”
She sat back, looked hard at me then smiled slowly, her eyes glittering
as she mocked “I’m not going to tell you, that is not a proper question
to ask a proper young woman”.
She took another shot of tequila then said quietly “I only have underwear on, now you have to do it too.”
“Do what?”
“Get naked. I want to see what you have to offer a girl. You’re a fireman, show me your hose” she twittered drunkenly.
I stood to unbutton my jeans and pushed them down but I wasn’t too
steady myself so she slithered off her chair to her knees to help me
take off my shoes then pulled my bunched up pants off while I lifted one
leg then the other. Beth turned her head and brushed her forehead
against the bulge in my briefs. She put her hands over her mouth and
looked up at me and said “Oops, I’m sorry, I bumped your little peepee”
and started to giggle through her fingers.
She folded her legs under her butt then sat back and looked at the rise
of my briefs caused by my erection. She tilted her head, looked up at me
and asked “Are you turned on?”
“No, that’s how I always look” I retorted.
Beth struggled back to her feet and stood shakily in front of me,
bracing herself with one hand on my shoulder. “I want to see it.” She
hooked her fingers into the band of my shorts and pulled it away from my
stomach and looked at the treasure of my loins. My bloated cock swelled
even more under her gaze. She tugged my shorts over the swollen head of
it then pushed them down to my knees. She took her second hand off the
table and reached for my shaft, wrapping her fingers around it tightly
and started pumping it slowly, all the while looking at it as if she
were fascinated with a new toy “I’m not a virgin.” she murmured to it.
It was late and this had gone way too far. I stepped away from my sister
pulling my dick from her hand and said. “We have to go to bed.”
She looked crookedly at me “Do you think that's a good idea?”
“That’s not what I meant. I mean I’m tired, you’re drunk and we need to sleep.”
Beth looked around at the empty beer cans, the half full bottle of
booze, the clothes on the floor and said, “I’ll pick this up later.” She
grabbed my hard-on again and started back into the apartment. She led
me to my bedroom like a dog on a leash then flopped down on her back in
the middle of my bed. “Take my panties off, I want to be naked.”
I grabbed her underwear on each side of her hips and pulled them off as
she giggled and kicked her legs in the air. She was completely nude. My
heart sped up and my cock spit a fountain of lube when I looked down on
her. Beth moaned lightly, rolled to her side and passed out. It was
obvious she was out and couldn't protest so I took advantage of the
moment. The only part of her I hadn’t seen yet was her cunt so I put a
hand on her hip and pulled her over until she was flat on her back
again. I pulled her legs apart exposing her sex, the junction of her
thighs drew my eyes like a magnet. Her groin and pussy were covered by a
thin mat of pubic hair, she trimmed her hair which gave her the look of
a younger girl, a teen in early puberty. I looked at the curves of her
body and the near naked cunt and my cock begged for relief. Looking
down on Beth, flat on her back, legs spread wide and inviting, I could
have crawled over her and fucked her until I blew my nuts; and I had a
lot of pressure to blow off. But as much as I wanted too, I knew I
couldn’t get on the bed with her so I put my hormones on hold and went
out to the sofa to sleep. I left my naked, drunk sister lying in the
middle of my bed unmolested.
The next morning I was awakened by Beth shaking my shoulder. I managed
to pry an eye open and look up at her. She was standing by the sofa in
one of my t-shirts, legs bare. “What the hell happened last night?” she
asked. “Did we have sex? ---- did you fuck me!?”
“No. I put you to bed and came out here.”
“Where are my clothes?” I pointed to the patio and pulled a pillow over
my head to keep the daylight from ruining my eyes. My sister went to
find her clothing, leaving me to hate hangovers. I needed to go pee so I
stood up just as she came back in carrying her pile of garments. I was
naked but I didn’t give a shit, I was struggling to stand upright and
modesty was not a priority at the time.
She took a long hard look at me again and asked “Why didn’t you have sex
with me last night, every guy I know would jump all over a drunk girl?”
“Cause you didn’t know what you were doing, you were drunk and you’re my sister.”
“The way I feel I would never have known it.”
“The way you were feeling there could have been ten guys and you wouldn’t have remembered.”
“Ow, ten? I’d sure as hell be sore if I did that; and sticky. Did you want to screw me?”
“Goddamnit, you’re my sister. You were passed out drunk and you’re my sister. That’s twice wrong.”
“So if I wasn’t you sister would you have done it?”
“You were still completely bashed, I wouldn’t have screwed you.”
“So you didn’t do it because I was drunk, or I‘ m you sister, or both. Tell me.”
I was getting confused, it too fucking early to try to keep up with the
girl’s twisted interrogation. “Aw crap Beth, just drop it. Go back to
bed, you look like you could use some more sleep” As she walked away on
dancers legs I watched the form of her ass under my Sheryl Crow t-shirt
and asked myself the question ‘Would I fuck her if she wasn’t drunk?’
Nothing more was said about what we did the night before. After about
two dozen aspirin the hangovers faded to a dull pounding so Beth and I
started planning our weekend. She had a list of things she wanted to see
and do and of course she needed to go shopping. She called our parents
and gushed about how glad she was to be here and ended with “Yes, he is
taking care of me.” As she put down the phone she said through a grin,
“I don’t think they would like to hear that you introduced me to Jose
Curevo.”
“Well, don’t get too used to him,” I said back to her, “That Genie stays in the bottle for a while.”
That night I took her for a dinner cruise on Lake Tahoe. The sunset was
perfect and Beth was having the time of her life. She and I were acting
like young lovers, walking arm in arm around the boat, dancing to the
band and sipping red wine while revealing more and more about ourselves.
She wore a ruby colored satin blouse that advertised the fact that she
had left her bra at home. The black pleated skirt stopped about two
inches above her knees to reveal shapely thighs and calves covered by
black net hose that disappeared into dark red leather knee high boots.
Dark mascara and green eyeliner highlighted her hazel eyes which flashed
with delight as she talked to me. Around her neck was a string of
large black faux pearls. As alluring as she was, it was easy to forget
that she was my sister.
We started out as brother and sister but by the time the boat docked
again, our night had turned into a date, at least that’s how it seemed
to me. The only thing I hadn’t done was make a pass at her. We brought a
bottle of California red home and ended up on the patio to finish it.
Beth asked me to pull off her boots then lazed back in the lounge chair
with her glass. When she did, her skirt pulled up far enough that I
could see that the top of her stockings stopped short of the skirt which
revealed a small tease of soft pale thigh. The view of her legs caused a
stir in my boxers again, an image of her trimmed pussy flashed through
my mind. The line between sister and date was getting blurrier than my
thoughts.
We’d talked about everything under the sun and in our lives so we sat
silently under the fading moon and listened to music. Her glass was
empty and neither of us had said anything for 10 minutes, I thought she
had gone to sleep. She opened her eyes, sat up and poured herself more
wine which finished the bottle. My glass was empty, Beth asked, “Do you
have any more?”
“No, I’m usually a beer guy.”
‘OK, we’ll share this” she said and pressed the rim of her goblet to my
lips. I took a taste of the wine while looking directly into her large
seductive eyes, I got the impression she was flirting with me. My dick
twitched. Beth sat on the end of my deck chair and rested a hand just
above my knee and said “Tell me what happened last night. The last thing
I remember is dancing around the patio.”
“You don’t want to know.”
“I just asked didn’t I? How bad did I get?” I told her how she stripped
to her panties to show me her legs, butt and tits. She flushed red
around the neck “Did you enjoy the show?” she wanted to know.
I confessed “Yeah, you have a great body.”
“How did I get to bed naked?”
As I was telling her how she led me to the room by my cock, it was
swelling again. She shaded self-conscious, "I towed you around by your
erection?”
“You called it a fire hose.”
Again she blushed. “I don’t remember that.”
“Well I sure do. You teased and tickled me with both hands before I stopped you.”
Beth sat quietly for a moment, concentrating as if she were solving a
mental puzzle. “You want another drink?” she asked as she lifted her
wine glass to her lips.
“There’s only one sip left” I observed. Beth tipped the glass up,
emptied it then leaned forward and put her mouth over mine. She probed
between my lips with the tip of her tongue then let a little wine drip
from her mouth to mine. My reaction was immediate and hard. My cock
stiffened to a wooden pole in just a few heartbeats, I put my arms
around her and pulled her up until she was lying full length over me.
The wine was gone but I could still taste it on her lips as our tongues
danced slowly.
Beth pulled away from me and sat back up. I put a hand on her thigh just
where the skirt stopped and caressed her skin with my finger tips. She
looked into my eyes "I don’t remember seeing your fire hose.” She began
to loosen the front of my pants. While she tugged the zipper down, I
slid my hand over her leg so it was between them then moved it under her
skirt until my fingers were brushing her smooth chiffon underwear.
She freed my erection and let it stand tall and proud as she examined it
carefully. She put both hands on it, pulled the skin down to expose the
head completely then looked back into my face. I slipped two fingers
under a leg of her panties and pressed them against her cunt. Beth
opened her legs farther while I stroked her pussy, she shivered slightly
and reached for the wine bottle. There was enough wine left to cover
the bottom of the bottle it so she tipped it over the end of my hard-on
and emptied it. The liquid dripped down my cock and over the fingers
wrapped around it. Beth leaned over and began to lick the wine off me.
When she was done licking off the fluid, my sister put her mouth over my
cock and started giving me head. She licked and sucked my dick while I
pressed my two fingers into her. Her hips were rocking against my hand.
All of a sudden she stopped and sat back up. “I won’t pass out
tonight.”
“Beth -----?”
She understood the single word question. “I was disappointed when you
told me you didn't fuck me last night.” She paused for a sigh then
continued, “I'm your baby sister but you don't have to treat me like a
baby, or a sister, so shut up and don't disappoint me again.”
My ‘baby sister’ stood and began to strip. I got out of my chair to pull
off my clothes and in less than a minute I had my arms around her naked
body as our locked lips sealed off any thought or protest about what we
were doing. My cock was wedged against her stomach which she as flexing
and rolling, using some of her dance moves to turn me on even more.
Beth’s lips left mine as she turned in my arms and leaned over the small
patio table. She put her hands on it and rubbed her ass against my
groin. I put my distended prick between her legs, found my goal and
rammed up into her so hard her feet lifted off the floor. She yelped and
puffed softly “Oh, god yes, take me.”
Her pussy was tight but she was hot and slick with natural lubrication,
the walls of her cunt inflamed and open, a sensual invitation for my
cock which slid into her until my balls stopped me. “Fuck me” she
repeated every time I rammed into her, each time a little quieter until
she was making only wordless sounds as I stroked in and out of her.
Beth lifted one leg and rested the knee on the table; she was standing
on the other as I screwed her. She twisted her shoulders and head and
managed to put her lips on mine. The sweet taste of her tongue in my
mouth fired my balls and I could feel the orgasm building. I put a hand
over a breast and pinched the nipple as her ass gyrated against me. I
was building too fast to blowing my load and started to pull out of her
for a short pause, to let the pressure off. She felt me pull away but
bent her back so her ass jammed against me and began to groan. In
moments she was in the throes of her climax, her body bumping against me
as she mewled in ecstasy through clenched teeth. She was trying to
climb over the table, to get away from the delicate torture between her
legs but I held her tight until the end of my erection uncorked and I
filled her with heated surges of cum.
My cock fell from her and I stepped back. She was lying on the table,
the one leg still resting on it, her ass hanging over the edge in the
night air, I watched the evidence of my orgasm leak from her and seep
down the inside of her left thigh. She turned her head to me and said
“I’ve been thinking about this all day but that felt better than
anything you could have ever done in my imagination.” She stood slowly
then collapsed back into a lounge chair, her breasts heaving as she
tried to catch her breath. Beth held her arms up to me and when I sat
next to her, she wrapped me up in a long hot hug.
