When I say I 'm an absolute animal, that is in no way a compliment to my ego. I mean it in the most literal and provocative sense. I 'm an absolute fucking animal. A deviate. And in no way do I deserve to rest in the same beautiful O that normal, SANE people breathe in. Since coming to age, I 've managed to ... ... well ... ... I do n't want to list everything I 've done and destroy the chronicle for you guys, now do I ? I 'll try not the breach the fourth part wall the best I can, and just start from the very starting time, yeah ? well ... .cue flashback.

See, I did n't have the best childhood. My parents divorced in the middle of my coming to age, and I was left with not much more than an supra norm sized cock to twitch off 3 times a day with, a naive looker of an sure-enough baby, and two minuscule pricks that I called brothers.

Our parents were terribly to say the to the lowest degree. Our dad was surely roaming the streets begging for money somewhere ( heroine is a hell of a drug ), and our mom, for lack of well terminal figure, was a bit of a prostitute. And not even the form that was paid either. She struggled to replete the hole that was burst panoptic open by our dad deserting us for drugs and a 21 year old striptease artist. To take said trap, she ... .well ... filled her hollow. By a battalion of men, constantly varying in size of it, color, and background. Not that you can blame these guys, either. The one redeeming quality of our mom was her tits. In a non creepy, creepy way, she had absolutely phenomenal knocker. DD. Perky, while drooping slightly due to the weighting, and beautiful half-dollar sized areolas that blended I 'm perfectly to her creamy Milk jug. How do I know ? I did n't spy on her during one of her drunken, whoring risky venture, that 's for trusted. Moving on.

By the time I turned 18, I had about had it with my current situation. My sister had been in a steady relationship nearing 5 year, and I was single and quick to move far away from my problem. The four of us siblings, as well as our mom lived in upper Lone-Star State, close to Oklahoma. And it seemed as though my Sister had her fill of the electric current lifetime as well.

She approached me one good afternoon :

'' Say bro, I just got a call from Abuela, and she has some room available at their property. They want to get laid if we want to head down there ? ''

'' fuck yeah ! '' I replied.

And suddenly, we were making our way to the most southern tip of the Armadillo state, 800 miles away from where we were. Our grandparents had two houses that sat on an acre of land. Known to us as only abuelo and Abuela ( Spanish people roots ), they had rented one house out until recently, but had two sleeping room, a bath, dwell room and kitchen open up for our use, so long as we paid utility every other calendar month.

It was n't long until I found a job as a cook for a humble eating house, my sister, Christmas carol, was working as a barkeep, and her fellow at a local anesthetic hardware fund. The job of bartender suited my sister. She was extremely cute and very charming. She also possessed sealed assets that made her nice tips every night. Her titty were enormous. She had recently hit DDD, and was very thick in all the properly places. She had panoptic hips and VERY slurred thigh. Maybe 180 ? But she carried it immaculately. It was n't like a fat 180. You would n't ever guess she was 180, is what I 'm saying. Moving on. She had long, curly grim hair that reached down to her mid back. It was as if her tomentum was pointing directly to her deliciously fat, juicy ass that was normally accentuated by leotards.

I know, I 'm being very deive when it comes to my sis, but confessedly art deserves recognition. And trust me, her body was truly a work of art.

I got family from employment late one night, knowing that my sister and her fellow were probably home already. This was evidenced by my seeing their car as I pulled onto the lot. I was tired from a long fault and did n't think to tap or realise certainly everyone was in good order as I entered the living room.

Dropping my keys and pocketbook onto an end mesa, I heard medicine coming from my sister 's chamber. Some Celine Dion damn. But in between call, a much more worry sound came to be. Moans. Loud moans that were hardly being muffled.

Why are the moans so trashy, I wondered ? I 'm surely they had had sex many times without my hearing, so why tonight ? I made my way down the darkened hallway and noticed a syncope, perpendicular light strip illuminating the floor. The threshold was slightly ajar. No wonder I could hear every slap. Every groan. Every gasp.

curiosity got the best of me as I peeked my head into the room. And there was my sister. Her oral sex being mushed into the mattress as her creamy, tusk, bare, sweat-oiled ass was gamey up into the air. Her beautifully luscious bosom carried the legal age of her weight, as they formed monster griddlecake between her chest and the mattress. Her boyfriend was behind her, delivering every CVA with a sense of desperation, like he was on his survive legs.

'' Deeper, PLEEEEEASE ! ! ``, She screamed, as her pleads turned into moans and back again.

She 's going to be disappointed, I thought to myself. He was as abstruse as possible. Making up for his lack of size with muscular separatrix that created sarcoid rippling in her ass and back.

She dug her nails into the sheets and started smashing back into the poor guy, seeming as if she was trying to drain every bit of succus from him.

'' Baby, please ... I..I 'm getting close '', he managed to whisper in between strokes

'' DO IT ! filling ME UP WITH ALL YOUR juice ! '' She gritted through her teeth

She continued to nail her fat ass against his likely bruised, 150 pound-frame-carrying pelvis, the ripples in her ass becoming increasingly outstanding.

'' here IT COMES ! IM CUMMMIIINNG ! ! '' Her beau, Joe, screamed as he emptied all of his germ into my sister, each pump being carried by a loud gasp between the two of them.

He leaned and fell backwards onto the bed as my baby sat up and reached for some wipes to clean the both of them up. Obviously, I had n't been heard yet, as I was quietly rubbing my awful erection through my shorts. I continued peering in, seeing what would unfold next.

Something was n't quite right wing.

There lie Joe, completely spent, as my babe just stared at him, almost as if he had wronged her in some way. He was clearly asleep already. She seemed dubious, almost puzzlingly perturbation. She cleaned herself up, wrapped herself in a robe and headed towards the door.

I had just adequate time to silently run away and make my way to the icebox, seeming as if I was looking for a snack as she snuck up behind me.

'' Hey bro, when'did you get home ? ''

'' Right about the prison term of the little stopping point to y'alls show ''

She blushed hard, as she self consciously folded her weaponry across her overweight chest, covering the beautiful cleavage that i had been staring at me since we began talking.

'' I 'm so lamentable ! '' Her facial expression reddened with her whine, `` if I would 've known you were home ... ''

'' Hahaha do n't occupy about me ! '' I reassured her. `` It 's pretty obvious, that after five Years, you guys WOULD be fucking, I would go for ''

'' Heh, I guess so '' she almost whispered.

'' What 's damage ? '' I asked, knowing that something was on her creative thinker

'' Well ... It 's pretty personal, Sam. ''

'' Obviously. You just got fucked silly and you seem pestered. I would assume it 's pretty personal ''

'' Well ... .that 's just it. I was n't fucked silly. I have n't been. Like at all '' she confessed.

I figured this was about the time I turn into the gay supporter and have her talk to me. I made us some java and we sat down in the living room, her, being covered by only a satin piece of cloth that you could call a robe, and I, fully clothed, minus my skid.

'' well ... go ahead. let talk. '' I pushed as I took a sip of my coffee berry

'' Sam, me and Joe have been together for 5 years now. We 've been fucking for 3. I 've cum twice, Sam. TWICE `` She gritted through her teeth.

I was wide-eyed in awe. I was a bit of a pornography connoisseur, and had already had my fair share of partners. Four to be exact. All of whom came usually four to five metre to my one. The confessedly pleasure of sex is creating pleasure, after all. And here was my beautiful, lovely, chesty, aphrodisiac sis, telling me that she rarely received any pleasance. I almost teared up.

'' Carol ... .im ... I 'm so dark '' I half mocked, as I put a hand on her shoulder

'' Oh, fuck off ! '' She retorted. `` He 's a good guy, he just ... you know ... He finishes pretty quick. And to be honest, he 's just not all that great, when he does last. ''

'' fountainhead what is it ? Is it his sizing ? ''

'' Kind of, I guess. I dunno. Most nights he seems, kind of fragile. Almost afraid. I always have to take heraldic bearing. ''

'' That 's it then ! '' I exclaimed. `` Let him take charge, once. Seduce him and have him take control for once ''

'' That 's the thing ... '' She replied, `` I ca n't really seduce. It 's always just me jumping his pearl, really ''

'' Well, then try to be aphrodisiacal, you know ? show a slight bit of skin, but hold it back some. Do n't indicate too very much, but just enough to excite him. '' I said.

She seemed vex. Her chocolate-browned eyes were a tad glassy, like she was about to displume up. She really wanted this to form, but how ? If she 's only cum twice in three years, is just trading places going to be enough, I wondered ?

'' I do n't love sam '' she almost whined in her silky voice, `` he just does n't seem like that type of guy, you know ? ''

Oh, how I do know. I rarely fanticized after my elder sister, but after tonight, I saw her in a totally new sparkle. After being fucked desperately, here she was, pleading to me, upset that she is n't fucked well enough. Just the view made my lumbus jumping. My center made their way to her chest of drawers, as the robe had opened up substantially.

I could almost see the darker tint of her nipples peeking through the face. A trickle of sweat traced her neck opening and disappeared into the valley between her two creamy titty, almost taunting me. Her chest was heaving, as if her breathing was picking up. I looked up to notice her staring back at me, as our eyes locked.

'' Getting a bit sheer, are we, small bro ? '' She teased.

You do n't want to see me bold, I thought.

'' fountainhead it 's getting late '' she said, taking my attention away from her tits again, '' I should get some residual ''

She leaned forward to get off the couch when her robe rode up her fat ass. For a sec, her bare, shaven, freshly fucked pussy, stood a simple three feet away from me, staring deep into my soul. The mouth were perfectly smushed together by her thick, milky asscheecks. A perfectly wet, ping hotdog bun formed and it was simply speak lacrimation. I could smell it 's smell filling the air as my head began to spin. Something had snapped. Something was wrong.

She took two measure forward, heading towards her room when I dashed up and pinned her, boob first, into the wall. I reached around and grabbed her by her sweaty throat.

'' You want sheer, you little slut ? I 'll make you bold. ''

She gasped out tatty as I grabbed her by her curly hairsbreadth and wrapped it around my knuckles. I pulled hard towards the couch, throwing her to the ground right in front of the sofa. In a swift apparent movement with the former hand, i reach through my drawers and yanked out my rock hard shaft, which was now a personal-record 8 inches and slapped her right down the middle of her cheek with it.

She stared up at it, mesmerized. My formal rested right on her Chin as my shaft made it 's way atop of her sexy, pink backtalk, up her olfactory organ, in between her optic, and the head of my dick rested on her forhead. She continued staring for a tenacious while. It seemed like an eternity. The theatre was completely silent other than the very pass out snoring coming from her way.

'' Wow. '' Was all she could carry off before I once again ran out of solitaire.

Using the the cast as a gallus for her head, I shoved my cock deep into her warm, inviting sass, desperately trying to make my way down her throat. It seemed, however, that my girth would take a leak it unsufferable, as I could only dash the back of her throat and tonsils, causing her to gag ferociously with every late stab.

She was pushing hard on my second joint, trying to make just a bit of distance for her to breathe. I was pumping hard into her pharynx, cupping her jaw with one helping hand and pulling her head back by her hairsbreadth with the other. spit was pouring out of her slutty, violated mouth like a waterfall, trickling down my balls and onto her nipple, reminding me of the glorious flesh mounds that I might as well bring in mine, in this altogether process.

I pulled out my veiny, diamond-feeling turncock from her throat in one swift apparent movement, a trail of spit and froth coming with it. My sister could only wangle a very deep breather as I reached down and ripped her robe open, exposing her creamy fat tit for my eyes to feast upon.

They were perfect tense. Huge and only slightly gravitational force pulled. Her areolas were almost bologna sized and her mammilla stood out, hard, almost like pencil erasers. Her whitish chest were coated from top to bottom in saliva and made them shine beautifully.

'' Sam pleas- '' she yelped, as I interrupted her by pulling hard on her mamilla. I pinched them with the indicant finger and ovolo of both hands and lifted upwards, letting only the gravity create a short pain for her. Her eyes began to snap up, and her facial expression began to flush.

She winced in pain in the neck but looked up at me with lust filled eyes. I knew this was what she needed. I stuffed her awaiting throat with Sir Thomas More dick as I pinched and pulled at her intemperately nipples. She would whine, moan and gag all at the Lapp time, saliva still pouring all over us.

I was getting very close very fast, but i knew that I already had gone very far, and probably would not get this opportunity again. I once again yanked hard on her hair, jerking her up off the terra firma. She stood up for only enough meter to be thrown back yet again, this prison term, side first into the rachis of the couch.

Through all this question, I kept my center fixated on her ass, looking closely as it jiggled gloriously with every difficult move. There she lie, her ass in the air, facial expression in the couch. I grabbed her hair with my left and hand and smashed her face deeper into the couch to dampen her screech as I took my ripe and began furiously rubbing her wet slit, my heart finger and mob fingerbreadth making their way to her sensitive little button.

She squealed and squirmed rapidly as I stormed her sarcoid puss, making sure to really torture her clit as best I could. Every time she would try to push up and away from me, I 'd simply over big businessman her and ruin her chief deeper into the lounge. She was at my mercy, cumming desperately as I tortured her sopping snatch. I did n't let up either, only moving my two digit from her clit to the inside of her cunt, finding her g spot quickly and rapidly digging it with them.

She let out a low loud moan that echoed thought the livelihood room.

'' OOOOOOoooooooooohhhhhhhhh fuck ! '' She screamed into the cushion. Her body began to thrill uncontrollably as liquid began gushing out of her slutty sex. Her legs gave out and her whole body slumped forward, her face falling towards the bottom cushion of the couch, articulatio genus to chest, ass still in the air.

She was limp, but breathing deeply, her pussy glistening in the lighting.

I gave my hand a sound spit and I rubbed it all over the head of my now 8 and a half column inch dick. I eased it right at her entrance, wiping her wet slit down its distance with my shaft header.

'' ..S-Sam ple-please ... .. '' She gasped out.

I chuckled darkly as I filled her wet pussy up in one fluid stroke. Her ass rippling hard all the way to the center of her back.

'' OOOOOH FUCK ! ! ! ! '' She screamed out loud, cumming all over my severe cock.

'' In the low stroke ? Really big sis ? I thought you were a little bit rugged than that ... '' I taunted, before slamming a few more hard cerebrovascular accident into her.

She was extremely tight. Almost as if no pecker had ever reached this trench inside of her. I pounded away at her limp body, furiously, the only preindication of lifespan coming from her in form of climax, gripping my cock in a fleshy, warm vise for a few bit before letting me liberal to pound at her some more.

I was intentionally being loud, not caring if her swain found me fucking his beloved silly. She was in a trance. Completely weightless as her alone physical motions were caused by me smashing into her fat, milky ass from behind.

It went on like this for several more than minutes, and I stopped counting her orgasms at twelve. I was getting to the edge once again, as the sight from the ass ripples were pushing me to my brink.

'' Get fix, you minuscule slut. I 'm about to empty all my cum into your womb ''

'' S-sam please ... .You C-ca n't '' she quietly whined, `` what if I get PREGNAAAAAAAANNNTT ! ! ! ''

She came as firm as ever as I emptied stroke after smoking hot dead reckoning of cum deeply inside her slit.

I stayed inside her for maybe a minute More before I pulled out of her with one quick POP. I looked down at her soaked, abuse pussy as my cum began to trickle out and down her meaty thighs.

'' What a little hussy '' I said, in an almost pervert voice. `` sporting yourself up. ''

I reached over to the arm of the electric chair next to us and grabbed a beach towel that had been draped over it, and threw it on top of her back, before I turned away from her and headed towards my room, wet from my stomach to my knees.

The adjacent morning I woke up to the smell of a delicious flannel-cake breakfast, the scent of Bacon and maple syrup filling the air, much like her pussy did only twelve hours before. I made my way into the kitchen to see a very happy Carol, in a cute little forestage, manning the stove.

'' Good morning babe Brother ! '' She beamed at me, `` I hope you are hungry ! ''

Joe was looking down at his plate, while Carol sat my crustal plate down onto the board and leaned over it. She was wearing a white button up dress shirt, with clearly no bra. Her cleavage was almost drool-worthy from my standpoint, the sweat from her hard employment coating the flesh of her breast in an amazing radiancy. She began shaking her monumental tits from side to side.

'' Eat up '', she said with a wink.

Thanks so much for reading, guy wire ! Let me make love in the remark what y'all think, if there should be more, and what our main character should do in the future ! Possibly more to come,

SamBull