Mia Beddington - Passionate sis

Marc put on his robe and attempted to assemble a last minute strategy. His aching cock reminded him that this was no time for subtlety. She was a horny woman eager to be fucked and he was a horny man more than eager to fuck her. He would open the door, tear her clothes off, and shove his stiff shaft hard and fast into her waiting pussy. He breathed harder, imagining filling her body with his own hot come.

But when he opened the door, he was met by a rather startling surprise. Instead of seeing the beloved Bigtits he saw a young man and woman who appeared rather startled to be greeted by a man wearing only a robe and a giant erection. The young woman was his sister Steffi.

"Can we come in?" Steffi asked. Marc nodded dumbly and stepped aside as his sister and her friend entered.

"Marc," she said, "this is Michael."

Marc extended his hand and Michael shook it, seeming uncomfortable as if he were not used to such cordial welcomes. He was a bit taller than Marc and considerably slimmer of build. His face was youthful beneath shaggy hair and a droopy mustache. But the greater part of Marc's attention was focused on the beautiful girl who was standing beside him.

The last time Marc had seen Steffi, she had been no more than a girl. There was no doubt in his mind that she was a woman now. She was dressed simply in tight hip-hugging blue jeans that pulled snugly at the crotch, and Marc could not help thinking that there was no room for panties underneath. On top she wore a loose fitting sweatshirt which gave little indication of how her breasts might have developed over the several years since she and Marc had last seen each other. Most of all, Marc marvelled at Steffi's beautiful face. She had the same huge green eyes and clear young skin as always, and even her hair looked as if it had not been more than trimmed over the years. Dark brown and parted down the middle, it was perfectly straight and reached almost to the small of her back. She had been a beautiful girl, and now she was a beautiful woman.

"Hey," she said, nodding at the bulge in his robe, "is that any way to greet a long lost sister?"

Marc looked down and flushed slightly. It didn't seem right to get a hard-on looking at your own sister, but then again it didn't seem right for your own sister to look so appealing.

"Sorry, Steff," he apologized. "It's been a rough morning."

"That's okay, big brother. How about a welcoming hug?"

Marc and Steffi embraced warmly. Marc blushing a deep red as his stupid cock insisted on getting in the way of the embrace.

"It's okay, Marc," Steffi assured him. "Listen, I'm flattered that you're excited to see me!"

Marc was pleased that his kid sister was behaving in such a grown-up fashion. He had to keep on reminding himself that he was no longer dealing with a child. The stirrings in his groin would not let him forget.

Meanwhile, Michael was standing nervously by the window. Marc was trying hard not to prejudge him, but he could not help feeling a bit uncomfortable with this seedy looking stranger standing in his living room casting furtive glances out the window. Marc hoped that his sister would explain what this surprise visit was about. She did not make him wait long.

"Marc," she began, "Michael is in trouble with the law."

Marc looked at Michael who continued to stare out the window.

"He didn't do anything wrong. Honest! They just caught him dealing some pot and he got away and now we need some place to stay for a few days." Steffi took Marc's hand. "Please, Marc. We won't be any trouble." Steffi slid a soft hand underneath her brother's robe and placed it gently on his stomach. Carefully playing with the hairs that grew just below his navel, she looked sexily into his eyes. Leaning forward, she allowed her breasts to make fleeting contact with his chest as she whispered into his ear.

"I'll make it up to you any way you want," she said.

Marc looked at her hard as she continued to tug gently at his hairs and softly rub his tummy. Was she being a sweet and loving sister or was she acting like a slut? Marc couldn't decide, but he knew that he liked what she was doing to him. Without taking his eyes off of hers, he clasped the hand which was teasing him to delightfully and pushed it lower. Steffi's fingertips made contact with her brother's cock, but she quickly withdrew, gently scratching his pubic hair instead.

Again, Marc took her by the wrist and firmly planted her small warm hand on his cock. She closed her eyes and sighed this time as she began to rhythmically massage her brother's erection. Marc looked at her and saw the face of an affectionate and liberated sister and not that of a whore. He took her hand off his penis and, raising it to his lips, kissed it tenderly. "Sure you can stay," he said.

Steffi kissed him on the mouth with warm but closed lips.

"Thank you, Marc. You're a dear." She looked meaningfully at his crotch. "And you're such a big boy now," she said with a smile.

Marc grinned and looked at Michael who was still looking glumly out the window.

"He doesn't talk much, does he?" Marc said to his sister.

"Michael? Oh, he's sort of moody. You'll like him once you get to know him. There is one thing, though."

"What's that?" Marc asked, already expecting the worst.

Steffi cupped her hands to her mouth as if that would prevent Michael from hearing and said in a loud stage whisper, "He's sort of a pervert."

"Gay?" asked Marc a bit nervously.

"Oh no, not usually. He's just a bit odd sometimes."

Marc waited for his sister to elaborate, but soon realized that no elaboration was forthcoming. He decided not to press her, figuring that he would find out all too soon anyway. It was then that Michael spoke his first words. "Where do I sleep?"

Marc had to concede that it was a reasonable enough question. He only had one bedroom, and he wasn't about to share his bed with the mystery pervert. The alternatives were for him to give up his bed to Steffi and Michael or for him to put Michael on the couch and share his bed with Steffi. The latter possibility was intriguing but somehow frightening. "Well," he said, "do you two… I mean…"

"Do we ball?" Steffi proposed brightly. Marc felt himself reddening.

"Listen, Marc," she said, "if the three of us are going to share this small apartment for a few days, we're going to have to learn to be frank with each other. Right?"

Marc nodded. Being frank with Steffi was not going to be easy, but he could tell that it was going to be fun.

"Now," she said, placing a hand comfortably on her brother's shoulder, "what was it you wanted to know?"

Marc cleared his throat. "Do you two ball?" he asked.

The corners of Steffi's mouth turned up in a pretty smile as she answered. "Not often," she said, "but very very well."

"Well, where would you like to sleep?"

Steffi's pretty green eyes scanned Marc's body before she spoke. Her gaze stopped at the still impressive remains of his last erection.

"Frankly, big brother, if it's okay with Michael, I'd very much like to sleep with you."

Michael gave his silent consent by immediately plopping down on the living room couch. Steffi took her brother's hand and led him into the bedroom.

"It's high time we got re-acquainted," she said, a cutely naughty glint in her eye.

Steffi sat on the edge of the bed as Marc stood self-consciously in the middle of the room.

"Look, Marc, I meant what I said about being frank with each other. I mean, we shared a room when we were kids, didn't we?"

"Sure," he answered, "but you weren't so damn sexy when we were kids."

Steffi looked coyly at her brother out of the comer of her eye.

"Don't you like it?" she asked sweetly.

"That's what I'm afraid of," he said.