Archive name: Monica.txt (bro/sis,inc) Authors name: Unknown Story Title : My Lovely Sister Monica                         -=*=- It appears that some uncaring person has removed the author contact information from this story. Please keep in mind that the only payment that an author receives for their work is feedback. If you remove the author contact info they receive no comments, then they stop writing. PLEASE DON'T REMOVE THE AUTHOR INFORMATION FROM THE STORIES YOU READ. And take a moment to let an author know what you thought about their story.                         -=*=- My Lovely Sister Monica by Unknown Author My sister Monica is four years older than I am, and more than a little attractive. That's something I noticed early on, maybe when I was around ten. I know that seems awfully young to notice such a thing, but that's the way guys are. Even though at that age they may not know exactly why such things are interesting (and they certainly want nothing to do with girls their own age) they're still interested in girls who are old enough to be developed. Especially when they're developed in the chest area. That described Monica all right - developed, especially in the chest area. She was an amazingly early bloomer and even at that tender age had an incredible body. Not just her tits either. Everything. Face, hair, hips, waist, ass, legs. You name it she had it. But without a doubt her best asset, even then, was an absolutely incredible pair. My friends noticed it too. We'd talk about what it would be like to catch a glimpse of her in the alto- gether, or even just in her underwear. I tried to do it too, and succeeded once. Just bra and panties, but still some kind of thrill. She complained to our folks of course, who told me to knock it off. They really didn't think much of it though. Pretty normal stuff actually, guys that age trying to catch a peek of their older sister. Of course as my friends and I got a little older our interest got more serious. By around twelve, guys are pulling their puds and wishing they didn't have to do it solo. And Monica had only developed further. My friends and I had many lecherous discussions about her, particularly her chest. What really drove me crazy though is that I knew that for some guys Monica was more than just eye candy. She was fond of having guys over after school, before our parents got home. She would close the door to her room for an hour or so, and the titillating sounds would drive me crazy. My room was right next to hers, and more than a few times I went there and stroked my meat - my imagina- tion fueled by listening to the load moans and the squeaking bed.  When I was fourteen my sister and I were in the same high school for a year. My frustration was only increased by what I saw in school. On a daily basis I was confronted by what I'd long suspected - that my sweet sister was THE girl with the big tits. Every high school has one, a girl whose chest is so big that it clearly stands out from every other girl's. And it seemed like every guy in the school talked about her tits - and her reputation. Her reputation wasn't so much that she'd give it to anybody, it was more that if she gave it to you she'd give it to you incredibly good. She'd let you slide your meat between those enormous tits and swallow your juice down to the last drop. Then if you met her standards you couldn't stop her from fucking your brains out. "Standards" meant she was only interested in you if you were hung like the proverbial horse. For me that was the most frustrating thing of all. In most re- spects I'm an average looking guy, but one thing I do have, and had even at that age, was an enormous cock and balls. Maybe big endowments just run in the family or something. At that age I wasn't even sure it was a good thing. But the thought that that was the thing that turned my sister on most was unbelievably frustrating. Just to make it worse the scuttlebutt was confirmed when I overheard my sister talking to some girlfriends, and grading guys by the size of their meat.  By fourteen though I was getting to the age where it wasn't really cool to lust after one's own sister, and I toned it down around the guys. By fifteen I'm sure I'd stopped completely. It wasn't easy, because it was still ok for my friends to drool over her. What's more, with her getting older and me pretending not to care anymore, my sister became less self-conscious about her body. If none of our friends were over she would matter -of-factly step out of the bathroom with her boobs practically falling out of her robe, or walk around with her braless tits bouncing under a T-shirt. Maybe needless to say the fact that I pretended not to lust after my sister anymore didn't mean I'd really stopped. Even as I got older, and started to get a little action myself, she fueled more than a few of my fantasies. Maybe it made it worse. Now that I knew what it felt like I was green with envy of the guys that actually got to give it to her. And as we got older she stopped treating me like a kid brother. In fact we developed a very warm relationship, and my sister is a very huggy-kissy type of person. It drove me crazy when she gave me a big hug, and I felt those enormous tits of her mashed against me. I strug- gled to hide the fact that it usually gave me a raging hard-on.  Skip forward a few years... I was living at home and Monica was living on campus. She was home from college for a holiday. Her last day home we had a bunch of friends and relatives over, and she wound up staying later than she should have. Her school was about half a day's drive, and she said that she had to be there the next morning for an important test. Having recently gotten my driver's license, I gallantly offered to take her. She said that she'd be able to find a place for me to sleep before making the return trip. My folks were still worried though, and gave us a few bucks to stop off on the way and get a little sleep if we had to. I was glad they did. About half way through the trip we were both ready to nod off. After fighting off the highway hypnosis for another half an hour, we stopped at the only motel we'd seen. Small problem - the only room available had just one double bed. No problem, Monica said, we were only going to stop off for a few hours. As we went to our room I was so tired that I almost fell asleep on my feet. Monica didn't even bother to go into the bathroom to undress. She just nonchalantly peeled off her jeans, and then, in that way that girls learn in summer camp, took off her bra without removing her shirt. Maybe she should have done that on the road, as it did a great job of waking me up! Not only did I enjoy watching those jugs bounce and sway, but with the sheer white shirt that she was wearing I also got a great view of her huge areolas. I jumped under the covers and turned sideways to try to hide my erection. My sister was utterly casual about her appearance, but a little puzzled by what I'd just done. I explained that I was just very tired. "Well" she said, "you won't sleep well with all your clothes on." In acknowledge- ment I stripped down to my underwear while still under the covers. Then I pretended to fall asleep immediate- ly. Monica climbed into the other side of the bed and shut off the lights. I felt like I was never going to get to sleep. I lay there on my side, my cock feeling like it was about to explode, and tried desperately to forget that my half- naked sister was lying next to me. I guess exhaustion finally overtook me, but it took a while. I didn't get much sleep either. When I woke up I could see that it was just dawn. I was sleeping in the peculiar way that I often do, lying on my back but with my head stuck between two pillows. I tried get- ting back to sleep. Then I noticed something. As it was the covers were half off me. Nothing unusual, since I'm a restless sleeper. But I could swear that I felt them pulled down a little more. Must be my imagination I thought. Then it happened again. I peered out from between the pillows, still pretending to be asleep. It was true - Monica had reached over and pulled down the covers a little more. Only then did I notice that I had a stiff cock that was holding up the covers like a tent pole. I waited, lying still. A moment later she did it again. Then the big one. Slowly, gingerly, she lifted the covers up and over my cock. I could swear she gasped, and muttered something under her breath. I wanted to see how far this would go. I looked over and sure enough Monica was staring wide-eyed in the direction of my cock. Slowly she reached down and undid a few more buttons on her shirt. I couldn't see everything but did have a tantalizing view of her cleavage. She reached into her shirt and started playing with her nipples, fondling and tweaking them while still staring at my erection. Then, keeping one hand on a nipple, she slid the other into her panties! Add to the show, I figured, and I started to gently buck my hips like I was having a wet dream. She reacted magnificently, and started gently moaning while rubbing her clit harder. There is of course only so much that a guy can take. Take her now or never, I thought. Without any warning I sat up, turned toward her, and asked how she liked it. Surprise would be an inadequate description of her reaction. She had no idea what to say, but just stared at me in embarrassment.  "Don't worry sis, I don't mind you checking me out as long as I can check you out."  With that I reached down and pulled her shirt wide open. I'd always known that those things were big, but I never realized just how big until I saw them sprawled naked like that. They were thick beautiful pillows that spread out as wide as her shoulders. I'd also never realized just quite how big her nipples were when hard. They were as thick as a man's thumb and nearly an inch long! No point in letting a treat like this go to waste. I reached out and grabbed as much of those things as I could. Each one of them was several handfuls though and I had to work extra hard to feel them thoroughly.  "Stop it!" is the only thing that she said, although not too convincingly. "Why sis, you seemed to like it well enough when you were staring at my hard-on?"  "You're my brother!"  "So, does that mean it's ok to tease my cock?" With that I bent down and started sucking on one of those monster nipples. Whatever objections she voiced didn't change the fact that she was moaning as I did it. Not only were they the biggest nipples on the biggest tits I'd ever seen, they were also the most incredibly sensitive. I practically thought she'd have an orgasm from having them sucked on. But enough with satisfying her. I told her in no uncertain terms that I had a hot load of cum for her - whether she liked it or not. I straddled her and slid my meat between those enormous tits. Maybe it's an instinct with her, but she immediately wrapped them around my cock. She seemed to hesitate though about opening her mouth, and just stared at the head. "Come on Monica," I said, "I've been hearing for years that swallowing a big load of cum turns you on - and I'm gonna drown you with this fucker." With that she opened wide and I slid the head of my cock into her mouth, or at least as much of it as would fit. She was still hesitating a little though. "Tongue Monica, a little tongue action please." Then I felt her agile tongue dancing under the head of my cock as I slid my shaft in and out of her mouth and between those huge knockers. I tried holding back for a while, but I have limits. Turned on as I was within seconds I felt every muscle in my body tense for the most incredible orgasm I've ever had. I normally shoot a pretty good load, but this time I outdid myself. Wave after wave of hot cum shot into her mouth, at least ten huge squirts. By the time I finished I'd more than filled her mouth - there were rivers of spurm flowing past her lips. I backed off, saw that she didn't swallow it right away, and wondered she was still hesitating. Not exactly - she was swirling it around in her mouth and moaning while she savored it. I smiled, and after she had enjoyed herself, I watched her gulp down every drop. Of course there was still plenty left on her face and dripping out of my cock. Some of it I made her lick up, and the rest I rubbed all over her enormous tits until they were glistening with my jazz! Not that I was anywhere near satisfied yet - my cock was still rock hard. But as I started to move into position Monica hesitated again. "What are you doing?" "What do you think I'm doing sis? Best tit fuck I ever had but my cock obviously needs more satisfaction." "Come on..." she said, "you're still my brother." "And I'm still going to fuck you. Tell me you don't want it." Just to prove my point I slid my hand into her panties. She was dripping wet. I slid my finger into her pussy and she moaned in response. I told her that she clearly needed something a lot bigger in there. She not only stopped her objections as I slipped off her panties, but invitingly spread her legs wide. Sis was now on automatic and wanted to fuck badly as I did. As I climbed in between her legs I savored the feeling of her wet pussy lips. Just for good measure I teased her a little by rubbing the head of my cock against her lips and clit. She practically came right then.  No mercy now. I pushed my prick into her and in three strokes was up to the hilt. I fucked her good and hard, taking strokes nearly the full length of my cock. Monica was moaning just like I'd heard her in her room - only much louder. Before long I watched as she had the most incredible multiple orgasm I've ever seen. Enough with being a gentleman - time to finish her off. I came just as hard as I did the first time, and by the time I'd finished pumping my juice was pouring out of her pussy. As I pulled out I smiled and asked a question that I already knew the answer to: "did I fuck you good sis?" She said nothing. Her look was a mixture of embarrass- ment and wonder at what had just happened. Lying there next to her I started to fondle her magnificent tits again. She still said nothing, but in a little while I was back at rigid attention. I rolled onto my back and started to pull her towards me. "Oh come on sis, we've already done it. Might as well enjoy it to the fullest." She still said nothing but started to slide me into her. Before long she was bucking and moaning like a bitch in heat. I think I liked this even better than the first time, especially since those melons of hers were bouncing and banging into my face. Suffice it to say that I did her tits and her pussy a few more times before I was finally (but temporarily) satisfied. After that we drove to her school just in time for her to make her test. Sis may have looked a bit dazed, but I had a shit-eating grin the whole way. Since her roommate was out when we got there, a caught a little more sleep on her bed.  That was all several years ago. Since then I've enjoyed by big sister many times. Usually over her initial protests, but always to her satisfaction. I admit that I feel a little funny about it sometimes. It's certainly not that I don't enjoy sex with other women, but to this day there is a certain special sin- ful pleasure to screwing my own sister. Not to mention that she still has one of the best bodies I've ever seen, and is the most incredible cock queen I've ever met. That's the secret really. All I need to fuck her is a good hard-on to tease her with. She still protests with lines like, "you're my brother, we shouldn't still be doing this." Of course the protests are part of the fun. I like the challenge of having to tease her into it. Best of all though is when I'm jealous. Ok, this part is really a little weird, but I do get jealous when I see my sister with a guy. It also turns me on. The other day I stayed over at her apartment when her boyfriend was giving it to her. Listening to them go at it still turns me on! He left the next morning. I managed to time it so that I stepped out of the shower and into the living room just after he left. I was wearing nothing but a stiff prick. We hadn't done it together in a couple of months. Sis looked at me and said, "I thought we weren't going to do that any- more?" "What's the matter sis, boyfriend wore you out? Tell me who has the bigger cock? Who can ride you longer? You're a fucking big titted cock queen and you know it!" I smiled when she said nothing, because it meant we both knew the answers to my questions. Before long I was fucking her again until she begging for mercy. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy.  The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. 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