The Sister

If you fancy one girl, you’ll probably fancy her sister, right? Well, yes, in this one case certainly.

I don’t have a track record of cheating on my partners. In fact, just the opposite, I have a track record of being a gentleman. This time, however, I slipped-up. And I have no regrets about it whatsoever.

Tracey had been staying with us for a coupe of days, visiting old friends here in Scotland. I’d met her a couple of times before and liked her. She had a very similar outlook on life to her sister and was fun to be around. So I didn’t mind in the least that she was staying on our couch when she got in from partying.

Mel, my girlfriend, was out to work at 7am as usual on Monday morning. I being a writer, have more of a prolonged wake-up period since I don’t have to spend half an hour travelling anywhere. Tracey was meant to be catching a train at 8am, so I assumed she was gone when at 7.55am I stretched in my bed and got up to go and have a much needed pee.

Still yawning, naked, I opened the bathroom door to find Tracey sitting upon the toilet. ‘Hello!’, she grinned, eyeing me up and down lazily. ‘Hi,’ I managed back, embarrassed that she was on the toilet and forgetting I was completely starkers in front of her. ‘Someone’s needing some relief, I see,’ she smirked. I looked down to see my tumescence swelling, partly due to a full bladder and also, increasingly, due to my awareness of my exposure. ‘Yeah,’ I said leaning on the door jamb, ‘Do you think you’ll be long?’ ‘Well, something’s getting longer the more you stay there, that’s for sure.’ Her manner didn’t disturb me in the slightest, I was aware of the absurdity of the situation but I’ve never been ashamed of my nakedness. I was though by now as hard as I’d ever been and all three of my eyes were pointing directly at Tracey.

‘Come here’ she said, peeing one last drop, washing her hands in the sink next to her and pulling her bed-time t-shirt off over her head, all the while sitting down. Her breasts were magnificent, as big and round as Mel’s but with nipples a couple of shades darker. They were hard and her breasts looked firm. I walked the few steps towards her and she grabbed my balls from underneath and guided me forwards the last tread. With one hand remaining there, gently stroking my testicles with all four fingers and thumb, she put her other hand round onto my buttocks and took my whole penis in her mouth in one go. Bloody hell. I’ve never met a real-life girl who could do that, I thought it was only trained porno athletes who could gobble a cock down to the last millimetre. Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh yes!

She was amazing, she was more than amazing, she was fantastic, amazing, brilliant, succulent, firm, wet, ballsy, Jesus wept, incredible. I have never been so turned on. She looked me in the eyes as she was doing it. She made appreciative little groans and murmurs. She pumped it in her mouth while holding the base with her fingers, then she pulled-back, spat on it, ran the tip of her tongue around it like sucking on one of those helter skelter-type ice lollies. Then she leant forwards, got me to put my foot up on the window-sill behind her and started to give my balls a good lick too. I have never felt so much saliva all over my junk. And then I began to spunk. She let the first few gushes cover her tongue for full visual effect and then she swallowed my monster whole again and sucked gently with each spasm, pulling my entire soul into her stomach.

Needless to say, I was hers after that. Anything she wanted, she could have. If she wanted me to fuck a donkey I would have complied just for the possibility of pleasing her in the same way she pleased me. She never did. She never asked for anything. She caught the 9.30am train and whisked herself off back to England without a backwards glance.

Things went great between me and Mel ever since then. I’d always fancied her rotten anyway, but knowing what I had done with her sister made me want to please Mel in every way I could. Partly to pay for my hidden deceit but also because I realised I had not been putting enough effort into making her scream with delight every time we went at it. She noticed the difference and complemented me on my prowess. She asked me what had brought it on and I made up something about a documentary I’d seen on telly about reciprocation in the bedroom. Mel was more than happy to oblige and I realised that Tracey is not the only one in the family with hidden passion bubbling away just beneath the surface. Mel can be as dirty as your imagination when she’s in the mood for it, all it took was me putting her in the mood.

As for Tracey, nothing more has ever come of our one-off encounter. Occasionally when we go South to stay with her, she’ll flash me her breasts on the landing as she’s headed for a shower, or she’ll run her stockinged foot up the inside of my leg in a restaurant when we go out to dinner with her and her boyfriend. I once even caught her bending over in a nightie to pick-up the laundry basket and God her bum was delectable. But it’s only ever been flirting in these past two years. She’s in control of everything and I’m fine with that. It is much simpler for me if it’s out of my control and it keeps my fantasies coming. Hard.