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Archive name: Monica.txt (bro/sis,inc)
Authors name: Unknown
Story Title : My Lovely Sister Monica

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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.