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Submitted by Tyler Wilson on 15/Jan/2006
Friday night came and I was home alone. My name is Mitch; I’m an eighteen year-old wrestler for a very good high school team. We’ve won the last two state dual meet tournaments. This year people expect us to win it again, and so do I.
I wrestle in the 215-pound class, and I’m having a very good year. Last year, as a junior, I won the state individual tournament at 215, losing only to two guys from out-of-state. This year I’m undefeated, having avoided injury and generally being a little lucky. It seems like I’ve been on the mats all my life; I started in 2nd grade when I joined the local Wrestling Club. Lots of practice and Saturday competition has paid off.
I had to make weight the next day, and I knew it would be close. I’d done the usual physical stuff like running and exercising, so I was hoping I’d be okay. I had got a video technique tape in the VCR, just to keep my mind occupied.
Mom and Dad went on a weekend get-away to a nearby city to celebrate their 20th anniversary. My twin sister Mariah was out on a date with Clark, her long-time boyfriend. She’s also Senior at the same high school that I go to, and a wrestling cheerleader to boot. We’re pretty close and, even though we sometimes have the same squabbles that most siblings do, we always look out for each other.
I headed to up bed about 10 o’clock. I wasn’t really tired, but it was a big match. Luckily it’s here in town so I didn’t have to get up early to catch the team bus. After brushing my teeth, I stripped to my t-shirt and boxers and settled into bed. I turned on the nightstand lamp and pulled out the paperback I had been reading. I read for a while, until, bored with the book, I turned out the lights.
I tried to empty my mind so that I could to sleep. Fat chance. Images of wrestling matches flashed through my head, keeping sleep at bay. Finally I gave up, threw back the covers and swung my legs out of bed. I headed downstairs to get some ice to chew on; I was pretty thirsty but didn’t want to add any weight, even if it was water. As I stepped into the hall, I noticed that Mariah’s bedroom door was still open. She must not be home yet. I looked back at my clock radio and saw it was 2:25. She wasn’t usually this late.
As I got some ice cubes from the dispenser, I could hear fumbling at the back door. I flicked on the outside light and found Mariah trying to unlock the door. She seemed to have trouble getting the key into the lock. I opened the door and she almost fell into the kitchen. I instinctively thrust out my arms to grab her and ended up with her soft boobs in my hands. I was both mortified and thrilled. I’d never even seen her boobs before and here I was with them in my hands. I noticed right away that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Now that was something new. Mariah never went bra-less. Mom and Dad would kill her if they ever found out.
Mariah looked up at me and I could smell booze on her breath. “Hi-ya, Trigger. Coppin’ a little feel, are we?”
I was embarrassed that she used my nickname, Trigger. The guys on the team called me that after the Lone Ranger’s white horse. I’d had it ever since I started to mature in 6th grade. I was the first one in my class to have pubic hair, and my cock started to grow off the chart. It was embarrassing how big it was. I keep it hidden as best I can. Mariah had has never seen me naked so I don’t think she knew why the guys called me Trigger. When anyone asks, I always tell them it’s because I’m fast on my feet when I wrestle. They usually buy it.
“Are you alright?” I asked her. “Just fine, bro, if you like being a horney Senior girl whose boyfriend is a complete asshole,” she spit out vehemently. “ Whoa there, M,” I replied. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Mariah opened up the fridge, pulled out a Diet Coke and untwisted the top. Taking a swig, she headed out of the kitchen. “Come with me and I fill you in on all the lurid details,” she said over her shoulder.
She headed for the den, and turned on a small desk lamp, throwing the room into shadows. Sitting on the love seat, she patted the cushion next to her and asked me to sit down. She didn’t really seem too drunk now.
As I sat, Mariah half-turned to me and confided’ “You know that Clark and I have been messin’ around for awhile, don’t you?”
“I guess,” I stammered. “I never REALLY knew, y’know?” I was flabbergasted. We never discussed her love life, or mine either, since I had none. Why was she telling me this now?
“I trust you, Mitch. Please don’t let on to Mom or Dad, okay?” she pleaded. “They’d ground me for life, or worse, if they found out”
“Not to worry. I’d never spill the beans. But you’re not on the pill are you?” I asked.
“No, I’m not. But I think its sweet of you to worry about me. I make Clark wear a rubber when we do it, IF we do it.” The frustration was evident in her voice.
“Well, that’s good to hear. So what’s the problem then?” I asked. This little discussion was beginning to awaken Trigger, so I kept my hands folded in my lap. The lights were low so I hoped Mariah wouldn’t see my problem.
“Have you ever had sex, Mitch? And I don’t mean with your right hand.” Mariah smiled as I dropped my eyes. “I didn’t think so,” she said. “Don’t worry, it’s alright. You will when the right girl comes around.” When I looked back into her eyes, she had a funny look on her face. “Anyway,” she said, “Clark always gets his and I never seem to get mine.”
“Wha’ do you mean?” The words tumbled out.
“I mean, he always gets his rocks off and he hardly ever makes me cum; he doesn’t seem to care if I get off, as long as he gets his.” Mariah’s voice had a bitter edge to it. My dick twitched at her revelation.
“I’m sorry, M; I really am,” I commiserated.
“Thanks, Mitch, I know you are,” she said. “Hey, enough about me. What are you doin’ up this late? You’ve got a big tourney tomorrow.”
“I couldn’t sleep; lots of stuff goin’ through my head. I couldn’t relax ‘cuz I’m worried about makin’ weight. I got thirsty and needed some ice cubes to chew on,” I said.
Mariah put her hand on my thigh, adding to my discomfort. “I don’t know how you do it. You’ve got a lot of discipline to always make weight. I know it’d kill me to do it.”
“It’s not so tough. For some reason, this week it’s really hard,” I relied.
Mariah leaned into me and put her head on my shoulder. “I wish Clark were more like you,” she said. I turned my face and looked at her closely. There were wet spots on her knit top that I hadn’t noticed before. “Uh, M? You spilled something on your sweater,” I said.
Mariah pulled her top away from her chest and examined the spots. In the shadows I could still see her face blush. “Damn it!” she muttered.
“What’s wrong, M? It’s only water,” I said.
“No, Mitch, it’s not water. It’s Clark’s cum.” Her voice quivered as she told me. “I was giving him a blow job and once he came, he didn’t care about my pleasure. He just zipped up and drove me home. The bastard.”
She pressed her face to my chest as the tears began. I stroked her back trying not to imagine what had happened, but in my mind’s eye I could see my sweet sister with Clark’s cock in her mouth. Then I could see her jacking him off, his prick suddenly spewing his sticky jism into the air, dotting her sweater.
Seeing that image of Mariah and Clark brought my cock to its full glory. Mariah was distraught and here I was with a monster hard-on. Some brother I’d turned out to be. I continued to stroke her back as her tears lessened.
A sharp intake broke the silence. Mariah’s eyes were like saucers as she lifted her eyes to mine. “My, God, Mitch. Where’d that come from? , she questioned, looking at the tent in my underwear. “You must be hung like a horse.” Suddenly she laughed.” So that’s why they call you Trigger. I never knew.”
She gently tugged at my tented boxers, my hardness escaping through the gaping fly. “Do you mind?” she said as she slowly traced around my swollen member with an extended index finger. “ I can’t believe how big and hard it is. You make Clark look like a 6th grader. Have you ever measured it? Oh, of course you have. You’re a guy. You probably know its length to the millimeter,” she stated.
I was having trouble sitting still without squirming. ”Well, last time I checked, it was 10 and three-quarter inches long. And when it’s hard it just barely fits in a Pringle’s can”, I informed her. ”Gotta watch out for the sharp edges, though”, I joked.
“Has a girl ever seen this bad boy?” Mariah asked. She began to stroke me with her right hand but couldn’t get her hand anywhere close to all the way round. Her eyes were locked onto my staff as she stroked.
“No, never. I was always afraid they’d run away screaming,” I confessed.
“So you’re still a virgin, “ she said, more to herself than to me. Mariah kept up her sensual stroking as she leaned upward and placed her lips softly against mine. Gentle pressure forced my lips apart as she insinuated her tongue into my ready mouth. Our tongues clashed as our breathing became ragged. I could feel the sap rising up my stalk and I warned my sister. “ Oh my God, M, that feels so good. I can’t hold it. I’m gonna shoot. Here it comes!”
Mariah stopped kissing me but kept up her stroking. “It’s okay, Mitch. Cum for me. Cum all over my hand. I want to see you shoot.”
With her encouragement, my cock began to spew its load. I exploded like a volcano. White semen shot into the air, splattering back to coat Mariah’s hand, face and neck. Some even got into her hair. Her sweater was in much worse shape than before. It was like I couldn’t stop cumming. Groans crept from my mouth as my contractions continued pumping love juice. Finally the torrent subsided into a trickle, and then stopped completely.
Mariah was stunned. “Do you always cum like this? “ she wondered aloud. “Never before,” I said. “You got me so hot, I just couldn’t seem to stop.”
Mariah groaned and leaned forward to lick the head of my dying cock. She couldn’t get much into her mouth, even flaccid. The sensation was fantastic as she swirled her tongue around.
“That was so-o-o good.” I told her. “Sure beats whackin’ off.”
“Wait till you try the real thing,” she told me, my cock slipping from her mouth.
“How ‘bout now?” I asked. “It’s your turn since Clark left you high and dry.”
My left hand worked its way under Mariah’s skirt till I got to her damp panties. Her inner thighs were already slick with her juices. I pressed my hand to her pantied crotch, caressing her slit with my fingers. As I kissed her, my sweet sister moaned encouragement. My hand slid her panties over her hips and down her smooth thighs, as Mariah lifted her butt off the loveseat to help me.
I lovingly stroked her slick love lips as my index finger snaked its way through her sparse, matted pubic hair. I slowly inserted my finger deep into her clasping tunnel feeling her incredible hotness. The muscles of her pussy nipped at my finger as my palm rested on her clit. I rolled her hard nubbin around as she squirmed in pleasure.
Mariah grabbed the hem of her sweater and pulled in over her head, giving me my first glimpse ever of her magnificent breasts. They weren’t large, but they were firm; her areolas were puffy and topped with cute little nipples, which were rigid with lust. I bent my head to take first one nipple, then the other, into my mouth. Mariah murmured her approval at my oral ministrations.
I increased the thrusting of my finger into her pussy, and then added a second digit. M’s hips lifted up as first two, then three, fingers corkscrewed into her. Her juices were flooding my hand as she prepared for her own orgasm. “Oh, yea, Mitch. Give it to me. That feels wonderful. Deeper,” she muttered as our lips separated. “Drive your hand all the way in.”
I tried to get four fingers into her clasping pussy, but they wouldn’t all fit. Not that Mariah cared. Between the fingers in her snatch and my palm on her clit, she soon was ready to explode. “I’m gonna cum, babe. There it is. Fuck me..fuck m-e-e-e.”
Mariah’s orgasm hit her like a freight train. She shook all over as she came all over my hand. My right arm cradled her to me as my left stayed buried in her spasming pussy. Her contractions actually hurt my fingers, they were so strong. ‘Looks like strong orgasms run in the family’, I thought.
As her contractions subsided I pulled my hand from her crotch, bringing my hand to my face. It was drenched in a sticky liquid. I tentatively licked a finger with my tongue. The liquid has a slight, musky odor and the taste was not offensive, like I’d heard from by buddies. I licked my fingers clean.
I laid Mariah down on the love seat, as I slid to the floor. With one foot on the floor and her other leg on the cushion, her dripping pussy lay right before my eyes. I was determined to give the most pleasure she’d ever had.
I gently placed my hands on the inside of her greasy thighs and pulled her labia apart with my thumbs. Her engorged love button appeared at the top of her sex. Leaning forward I placed my lips around it and gently sucked it into my mouth. Mariah responded by thrusting her crotch upward.
“A-h-h-h, that feels so good,” she whispered as I pleasured her. I licked her slick channel up and down, relishing the taste. Trigger was rapidly recovering and was pinned against the cushions. Pulling her pussy lips further apart, my tongue dove deep inside her. I wiggled it around, seeking to make this really good for her. By now, Mariah’s hips had begun to rotate, seeking more of my tongue. I slobbered all over her pussy, leaving a mess that drizzled down to her pretty pink butt-hole. This was heaven; why hadn’t I ever done this before. I was dizzy with lust for this beautiful creature, my sister.
Mariah pulled me up to her face and sucked on my lips. My erect cock became wedged against the crack of her ass and was very uncomfortable. As I rose up slightly it popped up against my belly. I began to hump against her slickness, not penetrating, but sliding up her slit to rub her clit. She became even wetter as I masturbated myself on her sex.
“I’ve got to try this monster on for size,” she gasped. Reaching into the pocket of her shirt, which was bunched around her waist, Mariah fished out a small foil packet. “Here, let’s put this on you. Clark never had time to use it tonight.”
She tore the foil with her teeth and extracted the condom, placing it on the head of my long, hard throbber. It jumped at her loving touch. With practiced hands she unrolled it down the length of my shaft as I looked in awe at my cock, sheathed for action.
Taking me in both hands she placed the head of my cock at the opening to her pussy and flexed her hips to draw me in. I took the hint and applied steady pressure. The tip of my cock wedged in her slick opening, but went no further. Try as we might, we couldn’t get it in. I was too big for her.
“Wait a minute, babe,” she said. “We need some help here. Go to the bathroom and find something to lube me up.” I stood up, and with my condom-clad cock leading the way , hurriedly made my way to my parents upstairs bathroom. Rummaging through the cabinet, I struck gold. A small tube of K-Y jelly. Perfect. I was back on my knees between my sister’s legs in no time. I squeezed a huge glob of lube on my dick. For good measure I greased up Mariah’s love channel, inserting three, then four fingers in to stretch her out.
Trying once again, I applied gentle pressure and the first two inches of my cock slid in. Mariah was groaning with pleasure and desire. “ It’s really tight Mitch. Please, take it real easy,” she implored.
It was all I could do not to just ram my cock into her. So this was what sex was like. Her heat and slickness were amazing. I lifted her legs a little higher, back toward her head, as I rose up slightly. That seemed to do it as I began to slowly but steadily slide into my sister’s clasping pussy. God, she was tight. I watched with increasing excitement as my cock disappeared into her. Mariah was making unintelligible sounds of pleasure as my huge prick stretched her as never before. Finally our pubic hair meshed; I was all the way in.
I could feel the muscles of her cunt spasming as she had a series of mini-O’s. It was all I could do not to cum right away. As she adjusted to my size, Mariah’s eyes opened and she smiled at me. “How does it feel, big boy? You’re all the way home.”
“I can’t believe it,” I panted. “You feel s-o-o-o good.”
With that I began a slow in and out movement, watching as her cunt lips stretched over my cock on the outstroke, only to slide inward as I drove back into her. The movement of her hips told me I was doing a good job. I started to increase the speed of my thrusts as the tension in my balls built. Mariah pulled her knees even farther toward her head as she sought out my thrusting cock.
”You’re hitting bottom, babe. Can you feel it? You feel so-o-o good. Fuck me harder. I can take it. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Mariah was almost delirious as a massive orgasm ripped through her. Tears rolled down her cheeks. “Don’t stop, don’t stop. Keep going. I’m cumming. I’m c-u-m-m-i-n-g. Anghh!”
I began to jackhammer into my sister’s cunt as her juices squished out around us. I could feel myself ramming her cervix with each stroke. I was almost there. My sack bounced of her ass as I rammed it home. My head exploded as I made my final thrust, my cum rocketing into the protective sheath.
“Oh, I can feel you, Mitch. I can feel you cumming in me,” Mariah squealed, as I emptied myself into her. I slumped forward onto her chest, mouth open, breathing raspy.
After a few minutes, I rose up slightly and kissed her gently on the lips. My deflating cock was still deep inside her and I could feel the aftershocks of her massive orgasm. Grasping the base of the rubber with one hand, I pulled free and slumped back against the arm of the love seat. The opening to Mariah’s pussy was gaping wide-open, bright pink from her arousal.
I stripped off the used condom, tied a knot in it and placed it on the floor beside me. Mariah slid over to lie on top of me, her fingers toying with my floppy penis. “That was fantastic. Just think how good we’ll get with a little practice. I don’t think you’ll have problem making weight, ever again,” she said softly. She put her head down on my chest and promptly nodded off. My hand caressed the soft flesh of her fine ass as I remained in orgasmic bliss.
Through a haze I could hear a phone ringing. It seemed a long way off, as I struggled toward consciousness. The fog lifted as I realized that I was still on the love seat in the den. Mariah was fast asleep on her side, oblivious to the ringing. I groped for the phone on the end table.
I whispered a throaty ‘hello’ as I wondered who was calling and what time it was. It was Coach calling to tell me that the wrestling tournament had been cancelled. “What? Why?” I stammered. There was no clock in the den, but I guessed it to be Saturday morning. I’d been asleep on the loveseat for some three hours.
“I guess you haven’t looked outside,” he said. “We’ve got 8 inches of snow on the ground, with maybe a foot more predicted. The wind’s really blowing. Channel 5 is calling it ‘Snowstorm Mabel’,” he told me. “Three teams have called already and said they won’t take buses out on the road, so we had to shut it down.” I thanked Coach with a promise to not pig out just because I didn’t have to weigh in. When I told him I’d be just fine, I had a shit-eating grin on my face.
I looked out the window, but couldn’t see a thing since it was still dark. I walked to the kitchen and looked at the clock, which read 6:15. Flicking on the outside porch light, I saw swirling snow piled into mounds all over the place. I glad I’m not going anywhere, I thought.
Grabbing a blanket from the hall closet, I quietly went back to the den. Mariah had turned onto her back, breast flattening slightly on her chest. Her knees were splayed apart sexily. Dried semen and sexual fluids had matted her pubic hair and were splattered on her boobs. She looked sexy as hell lying there. I didn’t care if she was my sister or not, I was glad we had fucked.
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