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This story and all the characters in it are completely fictional. To all those who have enjoyed this series so far I'd like to say thanks for the feedback, and as always, this one's for you. To all my new readers I'd like to say that I hope you enjoy reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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My sister Catherine and I have been living together for a while now, and it has been great. We have had sex on every surface of our apartment. The fear of being found out has only made the sex more passionate. Things are getting dangerous though. We need each other too much. It's getting harder and harder to keep our love and longing for one another concealed from the public.
Last night we did something very dangerous. We were out at a very nice bar in the city with her friends who were trying to find me a girl. They couldn't believe that I hadn't dated anyone since I'd come back home, and they aimed to help me fix that situation. Neither Catherine nor I were very enthusiastic about the situation, but we thought it would look too suspicious if we objected so we agreed to go out with them that night.
I played my part and flirted with a few girls that Catherine's friends pointed out, trying very hard not to look at Catherine from the corner of my eye every few seconds as I did so. It was very awkward for me. You see I was doing well with the ladies that night because I truly had no agenda with them. I acted toward them as a friend and confidant, and they were taking to me. Whenever I laughed with one of these women though, I swear I could almost feel the fire burning within my sister's eyes. She started flirting too and she was better at it than I was. She had the richest, smartest, best looking men in the bar wrapped around her finger. When she danced with them she made me furious, but I tried not to let it show.
After one particularly sensual dance with a tall well built rich boy, my sister excused herself from the dance floor, shot me a knowing glance and walked toward the bathroom which was on the opposite side of the bar. I waited a minute or so, finished my drink with the girl I was currently talking too, and then slipped away to the bathrooms myself. Before I could reach them though, a girl grabbed my hand and dragged me to a dark corner at the back of the bar, just behind the dance floor. It was Catherine. Before I could speak she pulled me into a kiss so tight, so warm, so juicy and passionate, I thought I would lose myself within the softness of her lips. The next thing I knew her hand was down my jeans and underneath my boxers, but something was in it. It was soft and silky and it felt amazing as she caressed my cock with it. My face was red and I was so hard. I was getting hot, looking into her intense eyes as she continued to jerk me off with increasing intensity.
"Do my panties feel good against your cock brother?" she whispered in my ear.
"Yes" I breathed softly in her ear.
"Good," she said, "They're staying there so that you don't even think of fucking around on me tonight."
"Oh you're kidding." I said my breath coming in gasps as she continued to tug on my manhood. "Haven't you figured it out yet; I'd rather die than lose you. I love you Catherine. You're it for me. God, I want you, I need you, I yearn for you. Ohhh, you're going to make me cum! But not before I return the favor. God, you're everything to me. How can't you see that?" I kissed her passionately once more and slid my hand behind her skirt. My fingers soon found her moist exposed pussy, and began massaging it gently.
"Oh God, Aaron!" she whispered with the hint of tears in her eyes, "I love you, I need you, I'm sorry. Oh my god, fuck me with your hand! Oh I want you so bad. Please don't stop. Fuck me, fuck me. That's it." She breathed
She kissed me and pulled harder and faster on my dick. Her body was pressed tightly to mine and her back was to the wall, so it would've been hard for anyone looking to tell what we were doing even if it weren't so dark in that corner. However, the fact that we were doing it in public really turned me on. I reached behind her with my right hand and then buried it under her skirt, softly and rhythmically caressing her moist exposed pussy, drawing whispered gasps from her as I did so. I was about to explode as my hand continued it's work beneath her skirt drawing shuttered choked back moans of ecstasy from her lips, which were quickly drowned out by the music. But we'd been there too long, I realized. Fuck it, I needed her too badly. I pressed my mouth to hers even more tightly, seeking to devour her as I pushed my fingers inside her.
"Catherine" I whispered longingly, my dick growing warmer and warmer, while my breaths grew shorter.
"Oh, Oh, Ohhhhhhh!" she came on my hand holding in her scream, as I shot my load in my pants. The music was so loud that I don't think anyone heard us and when we were done she whispered quickly in my ear. "I got sick and you saw me coming out of the bathroom. You're taking me home now. Lend me you're shoulder; I'm going to lean on you as if I've just been throwing up. Now head back to my friends and tell them the news."
I did as my sister instructed, and she played her part brilliantly. I told her friends that I thought someone might have put something in her drink, but whatever the case she wasn't in any state to stay out the rest of the night. I was going to go home and take care of her.