The Playfighting Incident

My sister and I shared a bathroom that connected our rooms. She was taking 100 years in the shower as she usually did on these mornings, and I was stuck yawning and knocking on the door for ages.

"What?" Bobby whipped the door open and smiled at me. She loved being a little shit. I tried not to let myself be distracted by how good she smelled after a shower and how hot she looked with her reddish hair all wet.

"It's been literally over an hour," I lied, fighting my male instincts to look at her full freckled breasts as they tried desperately to jump out of the towel wrapped tightly around her slim thick body. Bobby's head leaned on the doorway as she blocked me from entering, and she sighed at me. She was so tired of this little morning battle ritual we had. And yet, we both never stopped fighting.

"I most seriously doubt that," Bobby said quietly, smirking enough for me to be sure she was still fucking with me at least a little bit. I caught a glimpse of something pink and silicone sitting on the toilet lid, and Bobby whipped the door in quickly so that I couldn't see. She was so cute and pretty. And her soft, round face was quickly becoming as red as her hair as it peeked at me through the cracked doorway. I smiled.

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't see that," I told her mischievously. "If you can get your ass out of the bathroom right now."

Bobby's face exploded with surprise at my audacity. Our family was pretty strict, and mom would flip her shit if I told her that her daughter had a vibrator hidden in our shared bathroom, so the implied threat was pretty serious (as far as these playful sibling threats go, anyway).

"Oh yeah, tough guy?" Bobby swung the door open and dove into my room to shove me back by my chest with both her strong little hands. "You're gonna what? Tell mom on me? So then I can tell her exactly where you hide your WEED and who you smoke it with?!" Bobby countered to make it clear I had her in a stalemate at best, but we both knew I'd never rat her out, nor she, me.

"Ow!" I tried blocking her hands as they shoved me again and again. Bobby was always showing off how strong and fit she was, pushing me around for no reason and putting me in my place. But I never minded it. She was a good big sister. Even as she sent me flying back across my room to trip and fall onto my bed, I knew she was just messing with me. Bobby's hips and breasts looked fucking amazing in that towel that was much too small to hide all of her short, plump, curvy body as she attacked me again and again. I laughed and sort of blocked myself with my limbs, so Bobbie jumped and landed on top of me, real cute and aggresive-like.

"EEP!" she squealed as she failed to catch her towel from slipping off her tight little body following her excessive movement. I smelled my sister as she landed on me, and the overpowering, delightful scent of a freshly-made-clean college girl fuzzled my brain too much to realize right away what exactly happened next.

"Ohhh..." my sister moaned. I felt something electric and sensational happening between us too, then I looked down and saw it. I watched as her heavenly, warm, slick, tight, clean shaven pussy slid all the way down around my dick by accident. I had forgotten all about my morning wood. I'm sure Bobby did nothing to help it go down either, coming at me half naked and all wet and smelling delicious. Now my sister's heavy thighs and hips pinned me to the bed, and my dick was firmly stuck all the way up inside her. But Bobby just stayed there on top of me, made still by shock and ecstasy. Pleasure and delicious sexual bliss exploded from her body over and into my brain and dick, just as it did from mine up into her, I was sure. I couldn't move. I couldn't think. I couldn't fucking breathe from under her big ass titties, and my dick being clamped so tight by her snug little honeytrap was feeling entirely too good for me to know what to do either. I gasped for air. Bobby held me down and kept me still by my chest. Her back was arched, and her eyes were closed in this unexpected deep pleasure. I suddenly remembered that I'd interrupted her shower vibrator sesh, and she must have been mad horny and so pissed at me when she'd answered my knock at the bathroom door. No wonder her cunt felt all slick and needy and ready to fuck. Maybe my pheromones were pumping too after sleeping without having showered yet. I got even harder as I realized my own sister might have simply lost control in this moment because she was too fucking horny, and my dick popping up inside her now was like a godsend--just way too good to pass up. I could see it in her face: concern for the issue of this being morally

very

fucking wrong was nowhere to be found. Nor concern for anything, I don't think.

Bobby still hadn't moved. She opened her eyes and stared very fucking importantly into mine. She gasped, I gasped, and her eyes grew wide as she came back to reality.

"Fuck!" she exclaimed in both pleasure and the dump of stress for the reality of the situation.

"Fuck!" she screamed again, stretching so good on my girth and angry at herself that she hadn't reacted urgently and gotten the fuck off my dick yet. All the while, I just laid there. I could physically do nothing but stare right back up at her anyways.

"Mmmmmmm..." Bobby's hips started to grind a little. All of a sudden, she seemed to be straining very, very hard to not start bouncing on my fat dick. A smile crept across my face.

"Oops," I said very smugly and grinned like a madman.

"Shut the fuck up!" Bobby snapped and closed her eyes again. She needed to think. Her fat ass and hips started rising, and I grew afraid she was actually gonna get off me. Then they lowered again. And Bobby groaned, reeeeeally fucking slow, just like how she moved her tight, clean, inexperienced little pussy on me. I was a ladiesman, and I always had the kush to attract the opposite sex in fair quality and quantity both. Bobby, however, was a busybody and barely had time to plot finding a dick. I smiled and smiled as I realized she must know there was no going back now. Now she knew there was a convenient, familiar, discreet, hard-and-ready fat family dick just one bathroom away, and she was going to think about it every time she played in the shower. Every late night when she couldn't quite sleep. Every sad and lonely extended family dinner where everyone at the table had a new boo thing or engagement ring to show off except for her and me. I saw the fear of that scandalous revelation take hold in her eyes. I chuckled and wrapped my arms around her. I brought my head up to let Bobby's beautiful titties roll all over my face. Bobby restarted her rise and fall on my body again and again. Slowly, she sped up as she worked on me, and my cock sank in her pussy to hilt, and we groaned together. It was a harmony of incestuous ecstasy.

We're fucking,

the words kept repeating in my head.

I'm fucking my sexy sister.

I had pushed thoughts of wanting to do this out of my head for so many years. She was the big sister; I was the little brother. She was supposed to take care of me, and here she was pinning me under her fat ass and using my cock to get off because of an accident that happened while she wasn't totally finished trying to wank one. Bobby lowered herself toward me, then hesistated. Yet another smile stretched softly about my dreamy, vibey face.

"Go on," I said softly. And Bobby apprehensively finished feeding into her bad little impulse--she sank down over me and kissed her baby brother on the lips.

"Mmm," I moaned once, gently. I wanted to let her know how good it was. Her lips were so soft. I loved them.

"Do NOT--"

"Tell mom?" I guessed that order easily. "Haha sis, don't even stress about it," I kissed my sweet-smelling sister back. She was easily the hottest girl I had ever been with--I could tell already. I looked down over her perfectly round, firm, bouncing titties. And at those impossible curves coming from her tight little waist and tummy and flaring out into hips and thighs all men would die for.

"I would never ruin this," I got quiet and romantic, and it got me French kissed slow and passionate-like. My big sister seemed to mean it. I caressed her curves and squeezed sweet Bobby as my hands rose along the sides of her body. I held her head as I looked into her eyes, and started rolling my own hips to fuck deeper up into her while she bounced and bounced and clapped ass on me.

"I'll never tell..." I gasped and sighed for her as things picked up. My heart raced. I savored the clean, sweet taste of her spit in my mouth and watched in pure bliss as sweat replaced the water she'd left the bathroom wearing.

"I'll never tell anybody..." I wanted her to feel like this was our dirty little secret. I wanted her to feel powerful and cherished in hushed whispers and late-night meetups that no one could keep us from. Bobby smiled against my lips as she kissed me. I licked and lathered my middle finger, and without me saying anything, she knew to angle her ass for me so I could reach easily around her hips. That's how I knew we were meant to be family members that fuck together. It just made sense. I plunged my spit-slicked digit into her asshole to my last knuckle right away, and Bobby gasped like I'd found the secret button to unlock her inhibitions anytime and anywhere. I fingered Bobby's asshole quick while I fucked her, and she pressed all her weight onto me, her face buried in my neck and gasping. She was clutching my t-shirt desperately as the anal and deep dicking pleasures overwhelmed her poor, dark red-headed horny baby. I slowed down my fucking and fingering and kissed Bobby's face to remind her that I wasn't just into this because it felt good or because it was hot. But as soon as I dropped pace, Bobby puffed air into my ear and sat up to stare at me with the most annoyed expression on her face. Almost to say, "Really, n*gga?" She looked so cute wearing that light frustration. I stayed frozen only because I was stunned by how brilliant she looked up close. I kissed my sister's cheek and slammed my dick back up into her. I pumped my finger from tip to base in her little asshole and had just started to contemplate adding a second finger when a horrifyingly familiar click-and-pop signaled that mom had just flicked my doorknob around and shoved my door open. Bobby and I froze. Our heartbeats slammed against each other's chests, and neither of us dared look over. Our eyes were wide, and full-on panic set in immediately as we knew any parent standing there or passing by would see their two kids fucking full bare ass-naked (in Bobby's case).

"Breakfast," mom called from the other room, monotone and robotic. She always did this "flick the door open" shit to piss us off because she knew we hated when she left our bedroom doors open, especially when she'd barged in suddenly and without permission. Luckily for us, that meant she probably just did one of her famous drive-bys--staring at her phone most likely, distracted and barely present as she went well out of her way to annoy the piss out of us. This particular morning, her ridiculous absent-authoritarian mother routine was finally a goddamn blessing. A saving fucking grace from Mother Jesus, and we sighed with brief relief as we realized Dad was likely entirely ignoring his nosy wife and all of us in his study right now. Mom's footsteps headed back toward the kitchen, and otherwise the house was yet still and quiet. Bobby and I looked wildly at each other. We clambered and flew our bodies over each other in the direction of the bathroom door.

"What the HELL are you guys doing?!" Mom yelled automatically as she heard the ruckus and the slam of the bathroom door behind us, sealing us in alone together again. Bobby covered her mouth and scoffed in deep embarrassment. And also sweet, sweet relief and residual panic. She turned and looked at me. We were both sitting with our backs to my door. Hers was still locked, and, at least for a moment, we were both safe here.

I stared into Bobby's eyes. This was it. We were back in our right minds and facing the risks and consequences of our actions. We looked calmly at each other. We seemed to understand something. Bobby opened her mouth, but not to kiss me. She closed it again without having said anything. Then she tried again, after a smile that seemed to say she'd made peace with this most unusual, fucky situation.

"Call out of work and meet me back here?" Bobby pitched me.

"You read my mind," I smiled and got up without bothering to kiss her; there would be plenty of time for that soon enough.

Mommy left for work. So did I. Bobby got dropped off at practice for some varsity sport or other, then doubled back on the city bus or with a ride from a friend or our cousin or something. We met right back on that floor, and there we finished what we'd started.

Hours later, Bobby's back slammed into the tiled wall of our shower. Her strong legs were wrapped about my waist, and I was fucking my sister under steaming hot water that blasted all around us. It was round 7 or 8 or something, cause I kept only edging inside her since we never had the foresight to put a cucksucking motherfucking condom on me. We tongue-kissed like long-lost lovers, and I smiled as I realized I'd finally remembered the rubber this time. I fucked Bobby hard and deep and squeezed her ass tight while I did it. She purred and spat hard, heavy breaths at me as she barreled into another full-body and most-needed spunky orgasm. I inflated the condom immediately after, having been holding in my nut for her all day until then. Bobby kissed me with open mouth in the most unusual, sleepy, dreamy, adorable way. Like she'd forgotten how to close it--like a baby or something.

"Did you just regress back into infancy on account of how great the dick I just gave you was?"

Bobby wasn't really present in her own sexy body enough to hear and respond to that question. But she still managed, "Yeah, I was, I did, yeah, the orgasm..." She didn't sound like she was saying any of those words in response to the actual question I'd just asked her. They were just kind of leaking out of her head, like I'd cracked it with my fuck abilities. I chuckled, and dropped my big sis on her ass in her shower, albeit somewhat gently. I got out of the shower feeling cocky and confident. I yanked off my mushy condom and threw it carelessly into the bathroom trash mom frequently emptied and likely inspected often. I dried myself off, leaving Bobby to finish collecting her consciousness and cleaning her perfect skin and filthy soul. I left the bathroom, dried off, dressed, grabbed a plate, and sat down at the table to eat dinner with my mother.

"How is it?" Mom asked like she'd put a lot of work into it. I looked down at the perfectly average meal laid out before us. "It's quail," she spoke down into her phone without looking at me.

I grabbed my silverware and started shuffling it around to get ready and dig into it. Before I'd managed to take a bite, I smiled widely and flicked my eyebrows with excitement at mom's question. "It's amazing," I said, and I ate it. "Too good for words to describe."