Sisters Acts Pt 01

Not long after I started college, when I was nineteen, my mother and I took a trip from Oregon to Kansas, to see my older sister Donna. She had moved away a year ago to go to college out there but had quickly dropped out. She hated school, she announced, but loved Topeka. And Donna was twenty-three, four years older than me, a fully-grown adult now, able to make her own decisions, so there she stayed.

This was the first time we'd gone out to visit her. It was an eventful drive, and I'll have to tell you about it someday, but this is a different story.

Anyway we got to Topeka and found Donna's apartment. Hugs all around, and she helped us bring our luggage inside, then we decided we were hungry and Donna ordered us some dinner. It was delicious, and wonderful being all together again.

After we ate we sat in the living room and talked about the drive down here, and I was terrified for a moment that Donna was going to see in our faces that something serious had happened and not stop bugging us about it, but it seemed we pulled it off.

Donna suspected nothing. Mom started fading fast and got up to say goodnight to us, kissing us each good night just as she had all our lives, not a hint of sex in the kiss she bestowed on me, and then she was back in her new bedroom.

Donna and I stayed up for awhile talking. Eventually we touched on the subject of romance, as we had so many times on the phone since she had moved away. Our relationship over the phone had changed drastically in the last year, our conversations growing more intimate, personal, and finally sexual.

I felt that familiar flood of desire and happiness course through me, that feeling where you've found a new romance and you want to share it with everybody, but of course I knew I couldn't. That was going to be tough.

"So, little brother, do you have a girlfriend?" she asked, snaking her legs under her and yawning. "You've grown up so much, you're so handsome and muscular, you MUST have a girlfriend."

"Well....." I could tell I was blushing.

She gasped. "You DO have a girlfriend! I knew it! Who is she? Tell me tell me tell me!"

"I can't tell you." She started to object but I held up my hand. I had planned for this. "I really can't, it's a girl at the college and we agreed that we're taking it really slow, it's not official and we promised to keep it a secret until we decide for sure."

Donna made a big show of pouting. "I know, I'd like to tell you, but I promised. You understand."

She nodded. "I guess, but I'm DYING to hear about your love life, especially since mine is on the fritz. So okay you can't tell me her name, but tell me what she looks like. You can tell me that much, at least, can't you?"

I thought a moment. How close to the truth could I get? "Well, she's extremely good-looking, I think. She has a beautiful smile and great big eyes, and her hair isn't super long, it's just right. I think she's perfect. I really do."

Donna smiled a little devilishly. "Is she older than you?"

My mouth dropped open. "How'd you--"

She laughed. "Honey, you've ALWAYS liked the older women. Haven't you ever noticed that? All your life you've liked WOMEN, not girls."

I must have blushed because she laughed even more, and I smiled. "Yeah, she's a bit older than me. A few years."

"More than ten years older?"

How much should I admit to? "Um.... Well, yeah, more than ten years. But that's all I'm telling you."

"Fifteen years?" Donna asked. She saw the look on my face. "TWENTY years older?"

"Now, come on, I don't think that's...."

"She's twenty years older than you? Bobby, that's a lot. Are you sure---oops, sorry. Wait. None of my business, it's your life. I'm sorry to pry, it's that protective big sister in me. Sorry."

"It's okay."

She looked at me. "But she IS twenty years older, isn't she? She's a full-grown woman with a family, isn't she?" I didn't say anything. She tried to stop, but I could see she had to ask. "Is she married, Bobby?"

I sighed. "She's divorced. That's all I'm gonna tell you."

"I mean, if she's so much older how did you meet her? Did you meet because you were dated her daughter, or something?"

"Donna, come ON, that's not fair."

"Okay, okay. You're right, I'm sorry, I'll stop. So, is she a good kisser?"

"Yeah, she's really good, yeah. Actually the best I've ever kissed, to tell the truth."

"Well, she's had a lot of time to practice, I guess," she smirked. "And of course she has great big knockers, because ALL of the girls you like have great big knockers. Am I right?"

I blushed again, and she laughed. "Uhm, yeah. They're pretty big."

"Big as mine?" she asked, sticking out her chest. My sister was very well-endowed, of course, being our mother's daughter.

My answer was to simply blush furiously.

She laughed again. "Hey, you can say it. It's just you and me, Mom can't hear us. Tell me, are her boobs as big as mine are? Come on, enquiring minds want to know."

She saw me stalling and looking out the window, and she reached over and grabbed my chin and pulled my face around. "You can look, little brother, I won't tell on you, I promise. You know I can keep a secret."

Was she talking about what I thought she was talking about? I took a deep breath, but I refused to actually look directly at my sister's breasts. "You're crazy, you know that? YES, they're as big as yours. Okay?"

"Bigger?" She stuck them out again.

I rolled my eyes. "How COULD they be bigger than yours, Donna? Okay? Satisfied?"

She shrugged. "Mom's are bigger than mine," she said quietly. "Bigger than any I've ever seen, anywhere. But do you think hers are TOO big, though? I wonder that sometimes. I know they must be painful, god knows mine are. Hey. Bobby. Whose boobs do you think are better, mine or Mom's? Are BIG tits better, or straight-up fucking HUGE?"

My mouth dropped open like a hinge. "I....I....." My face must have been so red.

"Jesus. Don't be such a prude. There's nothing wrong with talking about it. It's just US." She was quiet a moment, then she smiled at me. "Don't you remember our phone conversations?"

I did, of COURSE I remembered, even though we hadn't mentioned it or even hinted about it for weeks. Donna had gotten interested in family sex a bit before me, but not much before. We used to talk about it on the phone a lot because we were so close. We used to talk about our mother's enormous breasts and Donna used to say she hoped hers would get as big as Mom's. Well, looking at her now I'd say she almost made it, but not quite.

She stood up abruptly. "Come on, let's go to my room. Mom won't wake up. She's way too tired, you saw how tired she was."

Yes, I thought, and I'm the reason she's so tired. Oh fuck it, I decided. What can it hurt?

I stood up. "Okay," I said, and followed her to her bedroom, looking at her incredibly shapely ass in her blue jeans.

She had a few candles going, and her computer was on so the room was bathed in a gentle blue light and flickering yellow from the candles. I smelled incense. She closed the door, then went into the bathroom adjoining her room. Before she closed the door, she turned and looked at me. "Are we going to do what we talked about on the phone last Christmas?"

"Uh....sure. I guess so."

She disappeared into the bathroom, and I pulled off my pants. My cock was already getting hard. I pulled off my socks and tossed them onto the pants, and then I climbed onto her bed, sat cross-legged. And waited.

A minute later the toilet flushed and she came out, dressed in a teeshirt, an old one of our father's with the logo of some sports team on it. Her legs were bare, she'd taken off her pants too. I could see that her panties were still pink. She padded across the room over to me and stood by the bed.

"What about your undershirt like you always used to wear?" she grinned. "I always liked your undershirts. They're sexy."

I shrugged. "I don't sleep in undershirts anymore. Sorry."

She regarded me for a second, then she said, "Well, it's cheating to wear a big heavy sweater. It's gotta go. Sorry, those are the rules of the game, you gotta wear what we talked about on the phone, or nothing."

I shook my head, laughing, and pulled the sweater off. I tried not to be so vain, but I kind of flexed my muscles anyway. Why not? My sister's eyes bugged for a second at my bare chest and arms, and then she took a deep breath and climbed onto the bed, sitting cross-legged facing me like we always used to. I could see by the way her ample bosom swayed with her movements that she had relieved herself of something.

"No bra?" I asked. "You're supposed to wear a bra. Those are the rules, right?"

"I cheated," she said. We looked at each other in the soft light, and finally she said, "Okay, well, I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours, little brother."

"Okay," I said.

Slowly she pulled her teeshirt off and tossed it onto the bed, and suddenly there she was again, just like before, sitting inches away from me, her bare, milk-white breasts moving with her breathing.

They were bigger now, certainly not as big as Mom's but big, more than a double D for sure, maybe an F, and because she was only twenty they didn't sag, at all. I loved the way my mother's breasts sagged, of course, but these ones were very nice, too.

In fact they were beautiful. They were astounding. And they still had the big nipples, hardly any aureole, just a big pink gumdrop pointing straight out, straight at me, and I was flooded with the feeling that she was so beautiful. And there was one new addition, a small tattoo of a bird on the swell of her right breast. That was not something I knew about. Or Mom.

"When did you get a tattoo?" I asked, laughing.

"A few months ago. To symbolize my freedom from stupid bourgeois closed-minded mentalities. I flew away from all that when I came here. This is the symbol of my freedom." She touched the bird, stroked it.

"Have you told Mom?" I asked, knowing she hadn't.

"Not yet," she said. "I will, but I know she'll be hurt and I don't want to hurt her. Do you like it? It's a hummingbird."

I leaned close to look at it, or pretend to look at it, because my gaze was drawn in by the sheer beauty of my sister's breasts. Their shape was perfect. They looked like cream in two large bowls. With two tiny cherries on top. I cleared my throat and I said, "I like it. I like it a lot."

She smiled. "Do you like the rest? Are they bigger than the last time you saw them? Are they pretty?"

"They're gorgeous, Donna. They're amazing, they're....perfect. They look perfect. They're beautiful. I looked her in the eyes. "You're beautiful."

She blushed just a bit. "Thank you. You're beautiful too," she whispered, looking again over my chest and my flat stomach and my arms and legs. "You've turned into really a handsome, amazing, gorgeous man. I have to tell you the truth....I got weak in the knees when I saw you. You're a MAN now, a real man. A very, very good-looking MAN."

I didn't know what to say, and though I tried to look her in the eyes my gaze kept returning to her breasts. God, my thoughts were very.....

"I'm glad you like them," Donna said, taking a deep breath and leaning back on her hands to give me a good view of them. "Sorry I don't have a flashlight so you can examine them closely." She touched the hummingbird again. "What's on your mind right now, little brother? You have to tell the truth, it's part of the game."

I licked my lips. "The truth?" I croaked.

"The truth," she said, nodding.

"The truth is..... I was thinking of the way I rubbed your nipples between my fingers. I was thinking how much I'd like to do that again, right now."

"You would, huh." I nodded, staring at them. She took a deep breath. "Give me your hand."

I offered her my hand and she took it in hers, and guided it, and took the tips of my fingers in hers and brushed them against the nipple. It felt hard and puckered. She moaned. I didn't need to be shown this time, I took the nipple between my thumb and finger and rubbed it around and around, and I pinched it, tenderly.

She gasped and shuddered under my touch and pushed her tits out even more, and without waiting to be asked I took the other nipple in my fingers and rolled and pinched it and rubbed it, and she squirmed under my touch, her eyes closing and her mouth opening. I did this for a few minutes, in no particular hurry, while she shuddered.

"Oh GOD, Bobby," she gasped, and she put her hands on my knees, stroking my legs. She opened her eyes and looked down at my work, then she looked up at me with half-lidded eyes and she whispered, "Touch my breasts, touch them, TOUCH THEM," she breathed and I cupped them, again feeling the diamond-hard nipples against my palms, and I squeezed them gently, rubbing the soft skin with my palms and fingers.

I explored her breasts now, which I had not had the time to do the first time. She moaned and her breathing was coming in gulps now, and she stopped stroking my legs and just held onto them as though she were on a roller-coaster ride.

Suddenly, without any warning, her hands were cupping my face and she was up on her knees and leaning in and her lips were on mine and her tongue was in my mouth. It was awkward for a second because at least one of us was terrified, our teeth clattered together like beginners, but quickly her kisses grew more expert and our tongues found each other's and we were kissing passionately as if we'd been kissing like this for years.

I kept cupping and rubbing her big breasts and squeezing them and rubbing her nipples between my fingers again and again because it made her squirm like her panties were full of ants, and it was too dark to see for sure but I had a pretty good idea that if I found a flashlight and shined it between her long thin legs those panties would be stained and very damp right now.

I very nearly let go of one of her breasts to reach down and cup her there, feel the wetness I knew I was generating, but I held off. I didn't want to push too hard. This was her game, after all. She was the big sister.

She kissed me some more, then kissed my face, then kissed my ears, and then she whispered into them, "I love your hands on my breasts, Bobby. You're the man I measure every other man against, do you know that? When I think about a man's hands touching me, they're YOUR HANDS, little brother. The dream of your hands on my breasts is something I've never been able to forget. I HAD TO KNOW IF IT FEELS THAT WAY."

"Does it?"

She giggled. "It feels like no other man has ever touched them, only you. Only you."

And she kissed me again, and I kissed her back and she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close and her breasts pushed against my chest, firm and high, and I put my arms around her and my hands slowly dropped down the small of her back and gently slipped under the lacy band of her panties and I was squeezing her fantastic round soft ass.

She giggled again and whispered between kisses, "You're cheating, nobody said you could do that."

"Nobody said I couldn't," I whispered back and squeezed harder, rubbing her ass with the palms of my hands. She gasped again and locked her mouth on mine and we lost minutes, maybe half an hour, maybe more, as our lips and tongues explored each other and my hands moved from her ass to her breasts and back again.

Finally our lips parted and we leaned against each other, both breathing hard, her face found my neck and she buried it there.

Then she lifted her face and looked me in the eyes, and then she smiled her devilish smile and whispered, "Is it hard?"

"Like fucking granite," I said.

She looked down between us at the obvious big tent in my underpants and she said in a low voice that I recognized as full of real lust, "Okay, do it." I got up on my knees, the bulge pointing at her like a big fat arrow, and I pulled the waistband down.

I forgot something, though, and she said, "No, do the thing with the waistband we talked about," and I remembered and I caught the cockhead on the waistband and made my cock bounce up and down, up and down, and she stared at it greedily.

"Oh my fucking GOD," she gasped, and now it was her turn for her mouth to fall open. I reached under and cupped it in my hand and lifted it so it was pointing straight at her face, and I jiggled my hand to make it bounce some more. I could hear her breathing through her mouth now, just staring.

"It's so fucking huge," she gasped. "It's beautiful, it's unbelievable. I've never seen anything so amazing Bobby." She stared some more. Then she looked up at me almost shyly and she asked, "Bobby....are you......can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Are you still a....a virgin?"

I laughed. "No."

"You've had sex with girls?" she asked. I nodded. "Do you like it?" I nodded. "I'll bet it must feel incredible," she whispered, staring back down at my cock.

I was taken aback. "Donna, are YOU still a virgin?"

"Yes," she said quietly.

"But all the boyfriends you've had. What about that guy Rocky?"

She shook her head. "It didn't happen. It never happened, with any of them. I guess I was afraid of something. I don't know what, but I wouldn't let them, no matter how much they wanted to. I liked them, I even loved Rocky, and we did plenty of stuff together, but.... We just never did IT. We came close, but we never did."

I let go of my cock and settled down onto the bed again, just a brother and a sister talking late into the night, albeit the brother with a gigantic burning hardon and the sister with her big soft tits.

I asked, "What were you afraid of?"

"I don't know," she said, throwing up her hands, which made her breasts bounce enticingly.

"Were you afraid it would hurt the first time?"

"I....I don't think so. Maybe. DOES it hurt?"

"One girl told me it hurts at first, but you get over it fast and it just feels good. A couple of girls have told me that, uhm, because of my size it hurts a little bit for a few minutes, but then they're all wet and it gets better."

She looked at me and smiled. "A COUPLE of girls? How many times have you had sex?"

I shrugged. "I've had sex a few times. I'm really surprised that you haven't, I figured....I don't know, I just figured that...."

"What?" she prodded. "You figured what?"

"Well, that you'd have it as soon as you could. I know I did. I lost my virginity as quick as I could."

She laughed. "Well, maybe I just.....I mean, I WANTED to, yeah, oh GOD yeah, I've wanted to for so long.... But that, like, REALLY scared me. I think it was like a mental block or something. Does that make sense? It doesn't make sense. I don't know."

I put my hands on her shoulders. "Don't feel bad, Donna. You'll do it when the time is right."

She looked me in the eyes, and she said, "Bobby, it's way PAST time. I mean, I mean.... All those talks we've had since I moved away, I've never been able to get it out of my mind, the fact that it was supposed to happen with you."

My mouth fell open. "With ME? Really?"

"Well, that's how it felt to ME. I've wanted it to happen so bad. It's so weird, but I have always felt like we would have---like we SHOULD HAVE, like it would have been NATURAL for us to be each other's first. You know? I mean.... DO you know what I mean?"

I nodded and said to her, "Yes, I know exactly what you mean, and you're right. It should have been you and me the first time. That was natural. It should have happened."

We looked in each other's eyes on the bed and I said with a twinge of melancholy in my voice, "But it didn't work out that way. I'm sorry."

She took a deep breath and leaned forward and took my face in her hands again and she whispered, "Bobby, it didn't happen that way for YOU.... But it still CAN happen that way for ME. It's what I've been dreaming about since I moved away. You can still be my first, honey. If.... if you WANT to be."