Big Sister Debbie
I was in my bedroom studying when I heard the familiar snarling, growling and barking of dogs in heat, outside my window. I got up and went to take a look, not certain if they were really in my yard or over at my neighbour's. We didn't own a dog. My neighbour's bitch Starlight had found herself in our yard, cornered by four horny and aggressive dogs, each eager to mount the confused looking black and white lady pooch. I'd heard them out on the street about half an hour ago and had hoped they'd take their noisy gang bang somewhere else far away and allow me to study in quiet. Instead, they had drifted closer.
I decided to go out into the yard and chase them away. Passing my sister's bedroom, the door of which was slightly open, I glanced in and saw my older, big, white sister Debbie. Yes, my older sister, by a year and six months, was big and white -- like milky white, despite living in the tropics. My mom who is white, had her before she met my dad who is black. Our mom had been abandoned by Debbie's father when she was four months pregnant. She and my dad had met when Debbie was just a few months old. A year later she gave birth to me and they got married. Five years later dad had remigrated, bringing his family back to his Caribbean homeland.
I describe Debbie as big because she was too fat to be called thick, but too shapely and solid to be carrying the tag, fat, though that is what she was, essentially. Unlike the average fat girl her size, Debbie's body was not flabby and slack nor was it lumpy with over-excessive folds. She possessed a solid, decently shaped, chubby bulk.
Debbie was at her window, elbows on the sill and crouched over with legs spread wide, looking down at the pack of horny animals. She wasn't particularly tall, so she was on tip toes as she leant over. She was wearing a short, loose, red and white sun dress. Because of her bent over position the dress had been lifted somewhat high up her broad, fleshy posterior. I could see a whole lot of big, white buttocks. The legs of her red panties had slipped into her butt crack, one higher up than the other. The dogs must have retreated to the very wall of the house for her to be bending over like that.
I stood there transfixed, staring at my big sister's big ass. Her ass was not big in the sense of round and protruding; it was broad and fleshy, with just enough curvature to give her body a nice look from the side, in proportion to her belly, which though big, as befitting her five feet four, two hundred plus pounds body, was round and firm as opposed to loose and low hanging.
As I stood looking at the unintentionally exposed private part of my sister's body, I could feel my own giving birth to a hot throbbing protrusion in my pants. Having an erection just like that for my sister -- exposed ass notwithstanding -- needs an explanation I suppose. Firstly, I was a twenty-year old, which by virtue of its biological essence, translates to ticking sex bomb. I'd been having regular sex for two years, up until four months ago when me and my girlfriend broke up, since then my eyes or cock hadn't seen a pussy. I hadn't looked in other directions because I saw it as a possible blessing in disguise being I was in my final year as a B.Sc. student at university -- being unattached would give me more time to study and get my work done, unhindered by sexual and emotional distractions. Secondly, two months ago I'd had a raunchy dream featuring Debbie, the details of which simply refused to leave my head. Three weeks later a similar dream followed, planting the seedling of incest in my head. My imagination watered it daily and it began growing to previously unimagined heights.
Just like that I'd moved from seeing Debbie as a sweet and loving big sister and friend, to harbouring an unnatural obsession with her over-voluptuous body. The resulting bottom line -- I wanted to fuck my fat and sexy sister, but was scared like shit, to even try. After all, incest is not your ordinary, everyday sexual encounter, even when between consenting adults. Also, she had never shown any inclination in that direction; if she had given half a signal I would have noticed. Having made up my mind that I had to do it before it drove me crazy, I decided to wait for a perfect opportunity to at least set the ball rolling and see where it would go. A miss was no option; I had to hit, so I had to play safe.
I had often thought, even before the obsession kicked in, that despite her bulk Debbie was attractive and gifted with a generous dose of sex appeal. Her oval shaped face with its cute turned up nose and small, round but full lipped mouth was indisputably pretty. She had boobs smaller than you'd expect on someone her size. This contrast I found rather stimulating; more especially because they were rather perky, standing high and forward on her ample chest. But despite her good looks and sex appeal, as far as I knew she'd only ever had two boyfriends, and presently hadn't been dating for close to a year. She was extremely shy and very self-conscious about her size. She was introverted and hardly ever went out, preferring to be curled up with a novel or watching her favourite TV series. She also did a little painting and sketching; that was her world.
My mind was racing as I stood there; something was telling me that this was the kickstart opportunity right here. It took all my will power to not just rush in and cup her pussy from behind or get down on my knees and fasten my face between those big white thighs. I decided to do something bold, but in a way that if it didn't lead to the desired result, and was frowned upon by my sister, it could be excused because of context and character -- my weird character. Add to that the willingness of a sister to forgive her brother. I am known for clowning around and doing outrageously naughty stuff. All things considered; it was worth a try.
I was still staring at the desired meat buffet in front of me and working out details of attack when Debbie did the unthinkable; she removed one hand from the window, lowered it below her belly and started stroking her pussy. I wish I could have seen how big my eyes and mouth flew open. I had long suspected that she masturbated. I had observed her on several occasions, surreptitiously, pressing a hand between her thighs while sitting watching R or MA rated shows on the TV or sometimes while reading a novel. And, once when I had to use her computer I'd seen evidence in her history, that she'd visited porn sites. One was an incest site. Now I knew for sure she was into self-pleasuring. After a minute of enjoying the show, I thought, "this is it, time for action."
I knew that her door creaked, so I pushed it in, and it did just that, causing her to nearly jump out of her skin. Her hand flew from her pussy before she even looked back. Giving no sign that I had seen her naughty, naughty play, I called out jokingly.
"What you doing hanging out the window like that, you wanna commit suicide or something? Let me help you."
Before she could move, I was across the floor and had my hands wrapped around her, low down in the area of her groin, pretending to be lifting her. She laughed girlishly, but nervously, and was blushing red as a cherry. I let my hands slip and sink into the sides of her mons pubis, but only briefly, before releasing her. I quickly looked out the window and said:
"So that is what you were up to, eh? ... peeping the doggies, naughty girl."
She was still red and nervous, probably unsure of whether I had observed her masturbating.
"I wasn't peeping at anything, Todd." She said defensively.
"Nah, you were, but it looks like fun ... and its hot ... I think I'll join you," I said, chuckling.
I threw my arms around her soft fat waist, sinking my fingers into the ample flesh, and for the first time I realized that she was trembling slightly.
"Why you trembling, did you think for a moment I was really going to throw you out?"
She grasped at the excuse straw, "Accidents happen, your hands could have slipped, or something."
I let it go.
The dogs were snarling at each other. Starlight would stand still for a few seconds allowing one to mount her, but then changing her mind she would turn around and snap at him. At times while one dog was trying from the back another one would be simultaneously trying from sideways. Eventually a massive white dog penetrated and got stuck and a grey one got it into his head that he could do a DP; it was funny. Both Debbie and I had been cheering the big white on while he was trying and chuckled when he succeeded.
"I like how grey boy was still trying to get in although she was already knotted ... like this," I said, grabbing hold of Debbie.
I embraced her from sideways, one hand around her upper back and the other up front, covering a breast firmly. She wasn't wearing a bra and I could feel the extra-firm nipple. She was obviously still in arousal mode. I got on tiptoe, arched my back and began rapidly humping her rump, my tongue lolling comically, like a dog. She was so taken by surprise, she remained still for several seconds, but then suddenly spun around and playfully punched me. She was red faced and embarrassed but smiling.
"Bai, stap yuh damn foolishness ... yuh don't get tired clowning around? ... like you ain't got time an' place," she burst out in Creolese/broken English.
Although Debbie was an English major and even taught English part time at an adult learning institution, she often spoke Creolese in informal settings, with a local accent and all. She was even part of a body of local educators pushing for the recognition of Creolese as an official language.
