I Got My Sister Drunk and Aroused Her, Things Just Happened

Continuing Our Series of Real-Life Sex Stories I'm going to tell you about that forbidden and passionate relationship between my sister and me, as a full-on sex story. There's just a two-year age difference between us; she's always been the type to dress casually, our family never really pressured her, but she's incredibly beautiful and sexy. Back in our teenage years, we'd jerk each other off, trying to explore the mysteries of the opposite sex—those innocent touches, shy glances... Of course, over time we stopped those antics and got lost in the flow of life. But exactly two months ago, in the stifling summer heat of Izmir, everything changed. At midnight, I saw my sister sprawled out naked on her bed and lost control. She was wearing a thin-strapped bodysuit with her belly exposed; no bra, her full breasts practically inviting me, her skin glowing in the moonlight. "What am I doing?" I thought to myself, but the desire in that moment overpowered everything. I'd broken up with my girlfriend three months earlier; I was bursting with horniness, my body burning like fire. I approached slowly, I could hear her heartbeat. I lightly touched her breasts—soft, warm... No reaction, I thought she was asleep. My cock was rock-hard like a stake; I rushed to the bathroom right away and jerked off. It was the most amazing orgasm of my life, waves of pleasure shaking my body as I envisioned my sister. Then I went back to my room and lay down. A few minutes later, I heard a noise; my sister had gotten up. I pretended to be asleep. Because of the summer heat, I was only in shorts, sweating all over. My sister came into my room, stood in the doorway for a while looking inside. Then came these intriguing moans from her—breathless—and she headed to the bathroom. Opportunity knocks! I followed right after, and at the door, I froze. She'd pulled down her shorts; one hand was skillfully rubbing her pussy, the other squeezing her breasts, her body writhing. For a split second, something like "Serhat, fuck me..." escaped her lips—she'd said my name! I suddenly opened the door and burst in. My sister froze in shock, her hand still stuck in her pussy. "Sis, I swear I heard you say my name," I said with a grin. Her face turned beet red, but there was a spark in her eyes. "Don't stop, keep going," I whispered. She hesitated for a bit, then slowly started again—her fingers dancing rhythmically, her moans filling the room. I got closer, planted a soft kiss on her cheek. From my sister came a deep "Mmmhhh..." sigh, her body shifting toward me. My courage grew; I knelt down and went to her pussy. Clean, wet, inviting... I started licking right away, my tongue exploring every fold as I drank her sweet juices. It was incredible pleasure; my sister was already so aroused, within a few minutes she started cumming, trembling—her body tensed, her moans turning to whispers. While my sister was cumming, I pulled down my shorts, freeing my cock—hard, veined, ready. Seeing it, her eyes lit up, her gaze like a hungry leopard. I slipped off her bodysuit, freeing her breasts; I sucked her nipples, licked them, nibbled lightly. My sister was totally fired up now, her hands roaming my hair. I held her head and pressed her toward my cock—gentle but firm. At first she acted novice, but she quickly showed what a master cocksucker she was; every move of her tongue, every suck, was a work of art. Since I'd just cum recently, I had stamina; she sucked me for about five minutes, taking me to her throat. Then she looked up at me, breathless, and said, "Come on, cum already!" her eyes challenging. "We're not done yet," I replied, caressing her hips, cupping those round curves. My fingers slipped to her asshole—tight, but inviting. She understood my intent right away. "Do whatever you want to my ass, but don't touch my pussy," she said in a husky voice, her eyes a mix of shame and desire. That was like a gift to me! I bent her over right there, in front of the mirror; fingered her a bit, got her really wet. I grabbed the bathroom lotion, slicked up my cock, and slowly started pushing in. It was obvious my sister had taken it in the ass before—she took me without much resistance, her warmth enveloping me. I started pumping, the rhythm picking up speed; my sister was fingering herself and moaning, we locked eyes in the mirror—that gaze was the hottest part of this sex story. I was thrusting in and out fast, the sound of our skin slapping echoing. Finally, I couldn't hold back, I started cumming inside her—waves of heat spreading. Right after me, my sister came too, her body shaking, her fingers lost in her pussy. It was an amazing moment; both of us breathless, drenched in sweat. We kissed for a while—deep, passionate—then went back to our rooms. But I couldn't sleep that night. I felt both ashamed and wanted more; my body was still trembling. A few minutes later, I heard my sister's voice—she couldn't sleep either. She came into my room, we sat in the dim light and started talking. "What we did was wrong, it won't happen again," she said, her voice shaky. But her actions said the opposite; her hand was wandering on my thigh, her eyes on my lips. At the end of our talk, she came closer to hug me and apologize—that's when I couldn't hold back, I crushed my lips to hers. My sister tried to pull away at first, but she couldn't; her hands locked around my waist. We just kissed for about ten minutes—our tongues danced, our breaths mingled. Then my sister leaned down and took my cock in her mouth again; this time wilder, deeper—she made me cum in her mouth once more, swallowed every drop, looking into my eyes. After that night, my sister and I started fucking every chance we got, everywhere—this is like a full sex story, a storm of passion with no boundaries. In the kitchen, while making breakfast, I pinned her against the counter and entered her from behind; in the bathroom under the shower, rubbing our slippery bodies; we squeezed into the closet, until our breaths gave out in the tight space. Hell, even while Mom and Dad were watching TV in the living room, my sister dropped to her knees in the hallway, took me in her mouth and teased me—our heartbeats pounding in our ears. We recognize no limits anymore; every glance, every touch is a spark. A few times I begged to enter her pussy, to taste that pristine forbidden fruit, but she hasn't let me yet. "I have a promise, I'll give it to you first," she said with a smile, pressing her finger to my lips. And I'm waiting for that day, like this endless sex story...