I have an amazing sex life. I would never have thought that it would stem from fucking my sister frequently, or that she would ever end up living with me as my lover. But true to my word, I took my sister in, and support her fully. It was just the next day that she packed up what she had, and moved in with me. I hired a moving company to help her, since I had to return to work following our weekend filled with sexual adventures. I have several bedrooms in my house, and I gave her one of her own to move her things into. Whatever she had that would create duplicate...furniture and things like that...were to be sold. We chose a room big enough to give her space, and most importantly to give the appearance that she actually did have her own room. If family or anyone else came by, it would be just as our story was to be, that she lived with me, and nothing more. In reality, Sarah lived in my bedroom. She slept with me every night, showered in the master bathroom, and did everything else there just as if we were partners. It was great having a sexy woman in my bed again, and it just felt right having that woman being my gorgeous sister.
The first night she stayed with me in new fashion, I came home from work and found her ready to be fucked by her brother. The movers had gone, and Sarah was dressed in one of my loose tanks that she's become so fond of. That was all she had on. She was busying herself around the house, doing things to get settled. She was unpacking her things, and making my house her home. I came in and saw her body exposed under that tank top, and immediately became super aroused. She ran to me, jumped into my arms, and kissed me.
"I missed you today, J," Sarah told me before kissing me again. Her always wet pussy ground into my abdomen as I supported her weight with my arms.
"I missed you, too, baby girl," I replied. "Did you wear this all day?"
"No, silly. I put on shorts when I went to my house to help the movers."
"You're showing your sexy body to other people without me?" I asked, feigning disappointment.
"I'm sorry. Do you not want me to?"
"I'm messing with you, sweetheart! You're incredibly gorgeous, and you know, if you got it, flaunt it, right?"
A look of relief came across her face, and she kissed me again. I let her down reluctantly, and watched as her shirt clung to me, and fully exposed her cunt to me. Before I could even put my hands on her, she excitedly wanted to show me everything she accomplished while I was working. She took me to her room, and showed me that her bed was already set up and made, clothes put away, and things in high order. I noted the glaring lack of clothing, but didn't say anything. I figured she had put most of it in my closet, since there was ample room. That was our next stop. She showed me where she put her things, and it started to feel like home. As she opened drawers to our dresser, I again noted something. The glaring lack of undergarments.
"Sarah," I inquired. "Where are your bras and panties? I don't see any of them here."
"Oh, they're in my dresser in the other room. I don't like wearing them, and I know you'd rather have me like this," she replied, just before lifting the shirt up over her titties, and doing a quick spin.
"Well, you're not wrong, love." Truth was, I did enjoy having her scantily clad, or even completely naked when we were at home, or anywhere else, for that matter. I took her in my arms, and hugged her tight and kissed her neck. "You are not wrong at all, only..." I stepped back, and stripped her of her shirt, leaving her standing before me in all of her naked glory. "This is how I really prefer you."
She smiled, and stepped to me, pressing her breasts into my chest. "Will you fuck me every day?"
"Just once?" I asked.
"Well, I mean if you're up to more, I'll gladly let you."
"It's a deal!"
Sarah giggled with delight before leading me to tour the rest of the house to show me all that she had done. I have to admit, having her girly touch around the house really made it feel like a home. It had felt so incomplete since my own divorce, and she was making it cozy again.
"So that's the tour," Sarah said. "Do you like it?"
"I do, Sarah. You make me so happy, and I know this is going to be perfect for us."
A tear came to her eyes, and she kissed me sweetly, and thanked me for making this happen. "Now go get into something more comfortable. I have dinner started, and then we can relax. All this work has me worn out."
She turned to tend to dinner, and I watched her briefly, working on things in the full nude, just as though it was natural. For us, it was becoming more natural to be naked at home and in front of each other. All hints of embarrassment or apprehension had long disappeared, and we were both happy to expose ourselves to each other. I loved watching my sister as she did things naked. Her perky tits just barely jiggling with her movements. Her ass and pussy exposed to me when she would bend over, not even paying attention to the fact that she was naked. I really enjoyed the sight of her tits as they hung so pretty from her chest as she bent at the waist. I wanted to walk up behind her and fuck her in that position, but I reluctantly went to our bedroom to change. My sister's nudity had me constantly hard. Hell, she made me hard when she was dressed! I decided to join her in the same way. I stripped naked, and placed my clothes in our hamper, and went to join her in the kitchen.
I saw Sarah again bent over at the oven tending to what she had inside. The site of her made my hard cock belch precum onto the floor. I literally squirted my lube. It left a sticky stream connected, as I continued to flow my juice. I reached to capture it in my hand, and collected a handful. I squeezed it around my cock as I walked up to her. Sarah was standing now, stirring a sauce on the stovetop. I walked up to her, and put my slimy cock between her ass cheeks, stopping right against her puckered hole. The heat of her ass made my cock even harder, and I squirted more precum against it. She moaned as I reached around her, and ran my slippery precum covered hand up her tummy to her breast. My others hand pulled her tight to me as she continued stirring the sauce.
Feeling my sloppy wetness on her body, she asked, "Did you just jack off, honey? I would have taken care of you."
"I know, sweetheart. It's not cum, though. It's just precum."
"Damn! Excited to see me much?"
"Yessss..." I hissed, as I pressed harder into her ass, feeling her start to relax her hole for me.
"Dinner will be ready in just a few minutes," she told me breathlessly, feeling me start to enter her ass.
I nibbled her bare shoulders, and thrust the length of my penis all the way up into her asshole. Her knees went weak, and I put my arms around her to support her.
"It's ok. I'm just playing a little bit while you cook."
I started to slowly make love to her butt, giving her long, full thrusts. I was almost fully leaving her ass, then pushing my full length back up into her. Her ass eagerly took my slick pole, as I continued to lubricate her with copious amounts of precum. Sarah pushed back, and allowed me to take her tiny hole as she continued to work. She struggled, as her body tried to give in to the pleasure she was trying to ignore. When she bent to take the filets from the oven, I buried myself even deeper into her butt.
"Oh my god," Sarah exclaimed, as she removed the pan and set it on the stove. She remained bent over a bit to feel me deeper inside of her ass. I pulled out, leaving a thick strand of precum connecting my penis to her delicate bum.
"Finish up, sweetheart. I'll go set the table."
