Readers Note: This is the 4th in a series of stories depicting the history of my incestuous relationship with my sister. You may wish to read the first 3 installments before reading this one. However, I shall try to make this installment "free-standing" for those who wish not to. Enjoy!
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As the month of August turned into September back in 1980 there were a number of events I recall with clarity.
For one, the presidential election campaign between Jimmy Carter and Ronald Reagan was getting heated, with the polls showing them at a dead heat going into the final 2 months before the election.
American hostages remained captive in Tehran, Iran for over 10 months with no end in sight to their misery.
At the movies, John Travolta was enjoying box office (but not critical) success with "Urban Cowboy" and bars across America were installing electronic bulls for their drunken patrons to ride on (after signing the legal waivers, of course.)
The New York Yankees were having a great season, and would end up with baseball's best overall record, winning 103 games. But they collapsed in the playoffs against the Kansas City Royals, whom themselves later lost the World Series to the Philadelphia Phillies led by Tug McGraw.
And, of course, the first week of September marked the one month anniversary of my incestuous relationship with my younger sister, Donna. We'd been fucking each other for four weeks.
We were not yet ready to speak to each openly about our desire to fuck one another. It was something that was unspoken, that was simply understood.
When either of us got horny, and the parents were not home, we would tell the other that we were going to take "a nap". After an interval of an appropriate amount of time, five minutes or so, one of us would go to the "napping" sibling and remove their clothes and start then initiate sex acts.
Call it "plausible deniability", if you like.
I was 19, one year out of high school, in a dead end job that I didn't like.
Donna was 18 and had just graduated high school in June of 1980.
She was leaving home in the first week of September to attend college.
I didn't know how she felt, but after she left I was lonely as hell. I missed terribly our fuck sessions with each other. I found myself masturbating two or three times a day.
This was 1980, remember, so I didn't have the Internet to use as a sexual outlet. Hell, there weren't even any porno movies on videotape yet (this would come a few years later). About the only option for pornographic release was in the glossy magazines of the era, such as Playboy, Penthouse, Gallery, Forum, Oui, etc.
I bought them at a newstand on my way home from work on on occasion, hiding them in my bedroom to use as jerk off accesories. More often than not, though, simply closing my eyes and imaging my sister's beautiful naked body was all that it took for me to get a stiff cock.
She was scheduled to arrive home for a visit in late November, for the Thanksgiving holiday, but I couldn't wait that long to see her.
In early November I told my parents I was gonig to make the 2 hour drive to her college and visit her at her off-campus apartment, which she shared with another female student, also a freshman.
My parents thought it was sweet that I would take time off of my job to visit my little sister.
Donna had no phone at her apartment and this was at least a decade before cellular phones were de rigeur, so I had no way of contacting her before I left. She would use a pay phone to call home about once a week, but there was no way for us to contact her first.
So my arrival at her apartment came as a complete surprise.
I pulled my 1977 Camara Z-28 into the parking lot of her apartment building and went inside the lobby. Seeing her name over one of the buzzers, I pressed it. An unfamiliar voice answered and I identified myself. It was Donna's roomate, who was named Cathy.
Cathy pressed the buzzer to open the front door and I went upstairs to their apartment on the fourth floor. She let me and I introduced myself again. It was 11 o'clock in the morning but she had just woken up from a "late night", as she put it. She told me that my sister had classes until about three in the afternoon, but would be back shortly after that. Their college was a mere fifteen minute walk from the apartment building.
Cathy and I chatted for about fifteen minutes. We talked about nothing and everything. She was nice looking, smart, engaging and thoroughly enjoyable company. I found her smile and laugh particularly attractive.
She excused herself, saying that she had to shower and get ready for her own class but told me I could stay and watch TV or have a bite while waiting for Donna.
I accepted and plopped down on the couch.
Cathy showered and walked out of the bathroom past me to the bedroom she shared with my sister, clad in only a towel which barely covered her lovely tits and ass.
I took note but said nothing.
Nothing much more happened, and Cathy left for her class. I was alone in the apartment and, naturally, began to fish through their bedroom looking for.....well, anything.
I found nothing of note.
I began to get bored and wondered if my trip was going to be worth it.
I fell asleep on the couch while watching the "Mike Douglas Show" on TV. Mike was interviewing Tony Orlando, who was warning America of the perils of cocaine abuse. Yawn.
I awoke several hours later to the slurping sound of my sister Donna sucking on my cock. My pants were unbuttoned and down at my ankles. Donna had her right hand firmly clutching the base of my staff, while her left hand gently played with my balls.
I put my hands behind my head and purred as she sucked away with increasing vigor.
She abruptly stopped and climbed off of the couch.
Without opening an eye, I could tell she was undressing herself by the sounds of unsnapping buttons, zippers being pulled down, blue jeans being hurriedly pulled off. She roughly pulled off my sneakers without even untying them, and then went about pulling my pants off.
I could hear her panting, desperate for her brother's cock meat to invade her pussy. She stumbled with my pants, and she muttered "Damn it" out loud.
Seconds later, both of naked from the waist down but nothing more, she was back on top of my. She was facing me. My eyes remaining closed (due to my continued "nap", per our unspoken arrangement) and I could feel the heat of my sister's breath on my face.
She grabbed my cock, which by now was hard enough to hammer nails with, and slowly descended on top of it, impaling her pussy on it.
