Sister's renovation

— It's good to have a brother like that. Attentive, responsive, and a jack of all trades. Ask him for anything — he'll come at any time, help, solve all problems…

— And along the way, he'll fuck you.

— Yeah. And he'll fuck me. And that's needed too. But I don't have to run around looking for someone. And everything at home is done, and I'm well-fed, satisfied. That's the kind of brother I have!

With these words, my little sister leaned over the table, reached out, and kissed me.

We were having breakfast. Yesterday we spent the whole day wallpapering, then cleaned everything we got glue on. Then we moved the furniture, putting it back in place. And then, well past midnight, we washed up and went

to bed. And we slept like a couple after their golden wedding. That is, next to each other, but each separately. We didn't have the strength to even climb on top of my sister, let alone just hold her tit. Although, no, I'm lying. I did hold her tit. And her pussy. My sister slept in her favorite position, snuggled against me with her back, so her tits and pussy were just under my hand.

I surprise myself: for me to arrive and not immediately impale my little sister — that just can't be! But it happened. First, her friend Galka was sticking around (now she's someone I need to get to), and then we got so covered in glue that there was no desire to wash up just for fucking. We left it for later, and that's how it turned out. And in the morning, my little sister flitted away before I even woke up.

I went out to the kitchen, stopping by a certain facility along the way. My little sister is cooking. In her favorite little T-shirt that barely covers her butt, so plump. And then she reached for something in the hanging cabinet, standing on tiptoe, my little favorite, and her butt got exposed. And at home, she doesn't wear panties on principle. Although it's not really about principle, it's about upbringing. Mom taught us from childhood to get by with a minimum of clothing at home, giving our bodies a rest.

We've grown up, but what was instilled in childhood remained. I also neglect this item of clothing at home. Well, so it turned out that both she and I were without panties, both hungry, missing a fuck, so the conversation was short: I pressed against my sister's butt, bent the little one over the table with her chest, and inserted the fool that had been sticking out since morning. And I didn't listen to any talk about the unprepared breakfast, any threats to leave me hungry, working my pelvis hurriedly and powerfully, driving my tool into my sister's pussy, bringing her and myself to orgasm.

Unloading is simply necessary for both of us. Well, we can't work, for goodness sake, when all thoughts are about fucking. We know, we've been through it. Reaching my hand to her clit, I helped my sister get pleasure, caressing and pinching this very responsive part of her pussy.

My sister's pussy is arranged in such a way that fucking her doggy style is the sweetest thing. But if you put her on her back, then the poor thing has to lift her legs almost to the ceiling. And the entrance to her pussy is right next to the entrance to her ass. In childhood, we used this hole not for its intended purpose, stuffing my dick into it. And even now we occasionally use it when my sister has her festive days. That's when her pussy hangs out the red flag.

My little sister twitched, moaned, then tensed up and came somehow quickly. So she had been holding back. Well, and I caught up.

And now we're having breakfast and discussing where to start in the second room. We decided to start with the sofa. She has a good one, big, soft. And we started not by moving it, but by sprawling on it. We need to rest after a hearty breakfast. And we worked hard before breakfast. Her pussy is probably still reddish. I told my sister that. And she lifted her legs, offering to check if that's true. If she's offering, I need to check. What if it really is red? I checked. Nothing red. Pink. Clean and even slightly moist.

Did she sweat? Or did she get wet from me kissing her? My sister twisted around, pushed me onto my back, and sat on top, her butt to my face. She leaned forward, presenting her open pussy and offering it to the caresses of my tongue, while she took my dick in her mouth, caressing it. Holding such a little one on top of me is a pleasure. I once had a woman who weighed about a hundred kilos. So when she mounted me, I lost my erection. I was only thinking about one thing: how to get out from under this mountain alive. And preferably without damage to my health. But my little sister isn't a burden at all for me.

We're lying down. Licking each other. She's getting off, but mine isn't getting up. Well, it rose slightly and that's it. She's trying her best, but it's not working. Apparently, the time hasn't come yet. So my little one wouldn't suffer, I turned her onto her back, lifted her legs higher, and buried a kiss in her labia. She loves deep kisses on her pussy. And she likes the tongue to penetrate the slit itself, work there, occasionally surfacing and running over her little clit. And she comes quickly, very quickly. Just like now.

Of course, it's pleasant to walk around the house without panties. But working without panties is not fun at all. I don't know about my sister, but something of mine dangles, catching on various objects. It's good if it's my sister's butt. But what if it's some furniture? Or you pinch it with something? And this thing is very dear to me. Really, really dear. So I pulled some pants on my butt and got to work.

We wallpapered. The room is smaller, and we had experience, so we managed faster. Although we got a little distracted. My sister put on a little dress, short, from the fashion of her past youth. And panties so thin. Not thin fabric, but a strip of that fabric. And when she bends over, this strip digs right into her pussy, divides her lips and her ass crack in half. How can you resist not touching? And once you touch, it pulls you further. It pulls you to move this hindrance aside and at least poke a finger in her pussy. And why a finger when there's this one thing that even got hard. My sister got on all fours, leaning on that very sofa, sticking her butt out. So we got a little distracted. First fucking, then washing up.

We decided to mark the completion of work with a festive dinner. A little alcohol-containing liquid called cognac (we're like some lords!), tasty food. And then the bed. My sister, considering herself indebted for the daytime caresses, laid me down and asked me not to give free rein to my hands and generally be a good boy. Do only what I'm asked. No initiative. Lie down and receive pleasure.

To start, kisses. Strong ones. Her lips are tasty, soft, tender. And her little tongue is sharp, fluttering in my mouth. She caressed all my teeth and gums. Then my neck, behind my ear, behind the other. And my chest, and stomach. And she kissed the head, and my whole dick. And so I wouldn't be bored, she presented her pussy, sitting her butt right on my face. For such impudence, she got a bite right on her labia minora. But that was after the caress. She yelped, gasped, jumped off. What a little pest! In response, she bit my head.

We can entertain ourselves like this for a long time. A very long time. In childhood, we didn't know any other way. Except for the butt, perhaps. I don't know why, maybe from these training sessions, but I started to cum only after quite prolonged thrusting. And the second time, I can even stall completely. Women I know react to this differently: some like it, some get tired. My wife, it depends. But my sister is delighted. She cums not just once, and mine is still standing. Sometimes we even fall asleep with my dick in her pussy.

In childhood, at first, all this happened faster. As soon as my little sister presented her butt, as soon as I inserted my dick into her, thrust a few times, and I was already arriving, splashing my little milk into my sister's butt. Then I learned to delay ejaculation. And by the time I was called up for compulsory military service, I could already rub a pussy not by minutes, but by hours.

Until my sister got married, we didn't even think about tearing her hymen. But after my discharge, when she was already married, at our very first meeting, she dragged me into our mother's bathhouse, leaving the guests, her drunk husband, and everyone else. To be honest, no one even noticed we were gone. They had already forgotten what the drinking party was for. And we were on the shelf, in the warm bathhouse, not turning on the light so as not to attract anyone's attention, fucking like crazy. Well, I was a soldier starved for it.

But she was a married woman. To such a question, I got an explanation that my little sister had long wanted to feel my dick in her pussy, to try it for real, not like children, what it's like — to give it to her brother. And later, at every opportunity, she quickly took off her panties and got into position. And she started visiting our mother more often. Mother most likely figured it out, but kept silent, not interfering. Adults, they'll figure it out themselves. And we figured it out. And when my sister got divorced, then it really took off. Although by the time of her divorce, I had already managed to get married.

At first, the sister-in-law and the brother's wife didn't quite get along. Both young, headstrong. Then they rubbed along. And everything was fine until my sister and I got caught. It's clear, having become bolder and a bit more brazen, we forgot about caution. So we got caught. And in the fullest sense of the word. It's impossible to interpret it ambiguously when a brother and sister are lying naked in bed, resting from righteous labors. There was everything: tears, reproaches, packing to go to mom.

And then the young women secluded themselves in the kitchen and came out as drunk friends, thick as thieves. I don't know what they talked about there, but they decided that they could share one man without scandals. Later, my wife explained that no matter how you keep a male dog (meaning me) on a leash, he'll still run off to some bitch. So let him better chase his lust not with just anyone, but with a relative. With his potency and insatiability, both women would get enough enjoyment. As if two women might not be enough. Here she was truly clairvoyant. It wasn't enough. I had strength left for others too.

My little sister was sitting on my dick, slightly lifting her butt and lowering it back, pressing against my stomach. Occasionally she wiggled her behind. I was allowed to squeeze her tits, which I did while my sister was impaling herself on my dick. I squeezed her tits, kneaded her buttocks, even tried to reach her clit. No such luck. The rearward location of her pussy made such handiwork difficult. Not like with my wife! With her, everything is close. Although she also likes to get on all fours, but for that she has to arch her back very strongly, lifting her butt up. And her clitoris is located very close to the entrance, so during fucking, my dick always rubs against it.

Two women and two different pussies. And both are my favorites. Once, I don't remember after which holiday, my sister went to spend the night at our place. Two drunk women, both wanting it. That's where I showed off, revealing myself in all my glory. I pleased the women to the fullest. I laid them out, kissing their pussies, put them on all fours, driving my dick in, and then came up with a game that, however, the girls liked.

While one was giving it to me, standing on all fours, the second presented her pussy for the first one to kiss. Just a frame from a porn film. The most interesting thing was to watch as my sister, sitting on me, kissed my wife's pussy, and she, standing over me, stuck out her little belly, giving her friend a chance to get into her pussy with her tongue. I don't know exactly when we fell asleep, alternating fucking with drinking, but that my wife gave up first — that's for sure. And I fucked my little sister for a while longer. And my wife, lying nearby and watching the process, fell asleep without waiting for the moment when her husband filled my sister's pussy with sperm.

We fucked to our heart's content. My sister snuggled in her favorite position, started snoring.

— Nin, what if I get hard in the middle of the night?

— So what? Forgot where and how to insert it?

— But I'll wake you up.

— Well, fuck me without waking me up.

And she herself laughed, realizing what she said.

— Okay, okay. Do what you want. But for now, sleep. I'm so tired.

No wonder. Two days of renovation would weaken anyone.

After letting my sister cum, I didn't spend my sperm. I still have to bring something to my wife. Getting a kiss on the doorstep of the house, I went to my own home.

It's really good to have such a sister. And such a wife. I should somehow get the girls together, arrange a holiday for them. Why not? That's an idea. I'll come home and suggest to my wife that we go to my sister's, look at the renovation, sit at the table, and lie in bed. The three of us.