My sister Laura and I continued to enjoy our 'close' relationship in our parents house. If we were on the couch watching TV and I slipped my hand into her pants, she more often than not would unsnap or unzip herself for me, open her legs and settle onto my hand. Conversely, there were occasional mornings when I woke to her wet mouth on my cock as she would drink me dry and then lean up to kiss me saying, "I needed a little Vitamin E this morning." I still loved her perfect butt best of all though, and there were many mornings when she would stand casually in her robe in the kitchen talking away, with her backside just inches from me as I sat at the table and 'explore' that perfect little ass beneath her robe with my fingers. It was our hermetically sealed little world.
But there was something Laura did not know. To fulfill a requirement for my degree I had taken a poetry class, and in the course of small group assignments, various discussions and mainly because of the seating assignment, I met Chrissy. Chrissy was almost the opposite of my sister (why was I always comparing women to my own sister now?). She had dark shiny hair, olive skin, full lips, perfectly coifed and she was sensual and relaxed in her movement and manner. She was a foreign student from Brazil and her father paid for her schooling, everything. She was also very self confident and for whatever reason she had taken to me right away. We went for coffees after class, then before class and it grew into lunch several times before progressing to walks and finally we found any pretense of meeting during the days; but I avoided a 'date.' Why?
Chrissy would press up against me now on our walks and lay her head on my shoulder when we sat. She did not speak the best English, but we really connected and I loved her relaxed and sensual nature. Several times during the week we would find little out of the way corners and make out. She had the most amazing kiss. Soft, enveloping me with her lips, like we had all the time in the world. I was already horny as hell, partly because of the 'games' Laura and I played, but also because for all the sex 'play,' there remained a sort of unspoken barrier of going-all-the- way between us. The end result was that I had had no hard core sex for almost a year now - and suddenly here is Chrissy purring in my ear in a hidden corner of the campus letting me slip my fingers lightly under her blouse as we made out.
The date issue became moot one day when Chrissy arrived in class, sat down next to me with her books, and shifting sideways in her chair (the way she did) said, "I have reserved for us a restaurant near my place I know. It would be so nice. Yes? We can go dancing after."
I blinked, "Ok, that sounds good."
Well the evening went better than I could have imagined. We talked nonstop, drank wine, danced afterward, and then she invited me into her apartment. We had shared a whole bottle of wine between us, which was another thing that never really happened between Laura and I. For all our craziness, we didn't drink. Therefore, it did not take much to feel pretty buzzed. "I'm a cheap drunk." I said as we were walking, her body leaned against mine.
"You are not cheap," She purred in my ear, "You are dear."
I ended up staying the night! I left a single call on our voice message at home, "Uh, Laura, I'm out with some friends tonight. I might be pretty late before I get home." That was it, and I hung up the phone.
I undressed Chrissy on her beautiful velvet sofa, which substituted as a bed and was almost the only piece of furniture in her one room efficiency. We kissed and touched and petted as I undressed her, with movements that were so lithe and slow, graceful - like a cat. But god I was so ready for a good fuck. It all felt so different than . . . *home* none of the trembling and fear, but not so hungry and passionate. Chrissy was all dark, dark hair, dark full lips, rich shining hair around my face as she lay on me, skin to skin. Her breasts were full, curves and flesh. She climbed on top and my cock lay between her legs. She shifted slightly and then rolled onto her back. I ran my hand through her center, down along her stomach and gliding my fingers into her bush, just looking at her full wide hips. She had a wonderful dark downy trail that extended to her navel. Her knees were bent slightly and she looked at me as I paused at the top of her puss.
"Go on. I won't hurt you," She said.
I wrapped my hand around her puss front to back, the whole surface was wet and hot. I insinuated my fingers inside, split her open. "My little flower," I said. It was a flower, and I was thinking with Laura it is more like fruit.
She said, "flor."
"What" I looked into her eyes.
"Flor - flower. It's Portugese. My bichano." She was pushing my hand into her puss as she said this.
I repeated, "bichano."
"Pussy."
I rolled onto her, letting my legs extend between hers. We started kissing endlessly again. I held her breast in my hand, "and this?" I asked.
"My teta," she whispered with a satisfied smile.
I couldn't stand it anymore.
"How do you say fuck?"
"Foda, or we say fuck. The same."
She was opening her legs wider, and I settled my cock between her legs and slid along the length of her bichano. I held my shaft at her open center, and said "and this, what is this?" as I looked down at my cock.
"That's your penis."
I laughed, "Universal language."
I pushed softly and felt that heavenly pressure as I slid inside and was enveloped by her flesh. I pushed deep into her and rose and fell on her soft body, pressed into her hips. She pressed her cunny tightly against the base of my penis and tipped her hips so that I could feel her clit rub into me. She looked up at me with glassy eyes. I sucked her nipples
"Boca,." she called them and continued, "Suck me harder, I love the way that feels."
I just kept saying "my little flower, I'm going to fill you. Oh God I love the way you feel."
It was all so different. The smell, the touch, the feel. In the back of my mind I couldn't get Laura out of my mind, and wondered - what it would feel like. I kept wondering and in a strange way it make me wilder and wilder.
"You are hungry belo menino," she purred. I slid my length in her with her looking up at me, and she repeated, "my beautiful boy."
She said 'boy,' I thought. I just said, "It's been a long time."
"Really? I will reacquaint you."
We lay wrapped around each other, her soft full lips finding mine, her dark hair spread out around the pillow, and we made love in the dark room, pressing into one another, touching our tongues. I could feel myself beginning to come, she tipped her hip up into me and pulled me hard against her.
"I'm going to come," I breathed out as I felt myself release fully into her, pressing my face into her neck and feeling the warm skin all around me. She continued rub her 'bichano' hard against me as I remained completely hard and I held on. Faster she pressed, wrapping her arms around my neck. I just held still above her. She was turning her head and saying "me vinda" and "oh god, me vinda." She was whimpering and shuddering beneath me.
I fell to her side and she wrapped her arms around me, settled her cheek on my chest, and we fell asleep.
Once during the night I got hard, and sidled up behind Chrissy and let my cock slide between her legs, she just lifted her ass to me and I slid inside.
"Oh," she said, "It has been a long time for you. Fuck me then belo, I'm tired. I will sleep."
So I silently fucked her as she lay there in the dark pre-dawn and filled her with my cum.
In the morning though I felt a sort of anxiety, not quite panic, and I slipped out of bed early. She opened her eyes as I slipped my pants on.
"Uh, I've got to get back home. I didn't exactly let my sister know where I was last night. She'll worry."
Chrissy straightened on the bed letting me see her breasts, "I think she'll have some idea. You talk so much about your sister - Laura."
"I do?"
"Last night at the restaurant. You must be close?"
"We are," I said as I kissed her good morning, and left.
My Secret Revealed
I slipped into the house as quietly as I could. I don't even know why. But Laura was already up and in the kitchen.
"Where were you?" she said sounding curious, but somewhat strained.
"Uh, out with some friends."
"Friends or FRIEND?" She asked. "I know you met someone in one of your classes. How come you haven't said anything."
"I was waiting for the right time."
"We tell each other everything."
"I know."
"Did you fuck her?"
I sat silent blinking up at her. She looked tired, her blonde hair was falling in strands, head tilting. I sort of reached for the hem of her robe. She stepped back.
"Did you fuck her?"
I said, "Yes."
She looked at me, leaning against the door frame.
"What? Are you mad?"
She was silent. "It's only just that."
She paused, before silently opening her robe. Oh my God! She was wearing the little red see through lingerie top with red furry collar and the red garters I had helped her pick out at the store, no panties. Her blonde pussy had that perfect tuft of hair at the bottom. The red gauze fabrics on her soft cream white skin and blonde hair. So perfect, with her narrow hips. I could see her small breasts through the sheer fabric.
She had removed the black nylons and so the nylon straps on the garter hung loose around her thighs, "I wanted to surprise you last night."
